Eoltteolgyeore Jugeun Nampyeoneul Buhwalsikyeo Beoryeotda

I was transmigrated into an R-rated fantasy romance novel. And not just any body, but that of Judith Harrington, who is forced into a marriage sold off to pay off gambling debts.

Her husband died on the wedding day, and the family was in debt, but… well, that was fine. At least the mansion she inherited wouldn't sell because rumors circulated that it was cursed… but she could understand that, too.

'I'm not the type to be intimidated by something like this. I've been through everything from land battles to air battles and even transmigrations. She resolved to start a business and live a life that others would envy.

But… what kind of situation is this—her dead husband came back to life?!