I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

Count Urmariti wanted nothing more than to storm the platform.

‘That bastard! That filthy scum...!’

The very man responsible for pushing his innocent young daughter to her death was right before his eyes.

He was just a few steps away—close enough to wrap his hands around that bastard’s throat and crush it.

But the Count had to swallow back his blood-red rage and suppress the urge.

That swan bastard couldn’t be killed so easily. He had to writhe in agony.

He needed to be tormented until he begged to die, until even hell recoiled in horror at the suffering he endured.

And the one creating that opportunity... was the granddaughter left behind by his dead daughter.

“To smear such a disgrace on my dead child!”

His fury toward Remus was entirely real.

“Do not insult my daughter!”

His voice, charged with fury and eyes blazing like a blade, rang through the temple.