I Was Kidnapped by a Mad Duke

I became a supporting character in an old kidnapping-and-confinement novel set against the backdrop of a world war.

Specifically, the younger sister, Diana Claire, who is looked down on and abused at home, unlike the heroine older sister.

To escape this hell, I get kidnapped in place of the protagonist.

"Princess, you can’t leave me behind. You understand, right? You can’t die."

The duke who kidnapped me is a beautiful madman, a cultured madman.

He comes to see me from time to time, cherishing me like a precious artwork carefully kept away.

He looks at me with ascetic yet strangely decadent eyes, sensual yet deranged.

I don’t know why this man, who seems to have lost his mind, is acting this way toward me.

Behind the gentlemanly manners and elegant, dignified appearance is a beautiful wrapper containing a kind of madness.

That man’s madness carries a twisted kind of meaning, calm yet eerie, like an artwork with a warped meaning, giving off a bizarre atmosphere.

‘My Diana. I want to kill everything and leave only you alive.’

I wanted to control and tame this man with the cruel devil dwelling within him.

In my original life, the only thing I was ever called was “crazy bitch.”