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The Ruined Heiress's Deal With The Regent

The Ruined Heiress's Deal With The Regent

Elara carried a dormant second self-Sloane, forged from a year of border warfare after cousin Lydia sold her into slavery. Rescued and amnesiac, Elara forgot it all-until Lydia's poison shattered her gentle host, unleashing the soldier. But she barely had time to reclaim her dark instincts before a grimy groundskeeper lunged at her in the dark woods. Her sweet, smiling cousin Lydia hadn't just poisoned her with the deadly Scarlet Heat toxin. Lydia had paid this man to defile her, wanting Elara's reputation completely annihilated before the poison finally stopped her heart. As the agonizing heat threatened to cook Sloane's brain, Lydia burst into the clearing with a crowd of royal guards and exquisitely dressed nobles. "Oh, Elara! How could you? With a common servant. Have you no shame?" Lydia played the horrified sister perfectly, weeping and screaming about Elara's unimaginable depravity. In the eyes of the disgusted onlookers, Elara's already-tarnished reputation was dead and buried. She should have suffered and died as a destitute orphan, but Lydia stepped over her body, replacing her to become her fiancé's beloved. It was a flawless, vicious trap designed to destroy a helpless noble girl. But Lydia didn't know that the soul inside Elara's body was a battle-hardened soldier. And she certainly didn't know that the "common servant" Sloane had just desperately kissed to survive the poison wasn't the groundskeeper. The crowd's whispers died instantly as the man in the shadows stepped forward, his glacial eyes sweeping over them. It was Damian Sinclair, the terrifying Prince Regent himself, whom Lydia had just accused of being a lowly servant engaged in filth. Sloane crossed her arms, a cold, mocking smile touching her lips as she watched her cousin collapse in terror. The real show was just beginning.
From Jilted Bride To Powerful Marchioness

From Jilted Bride To Powerful Marchioness

Adela Mays stood at the altar, gripping her white rose bouquet until the stems dug into her skin. This grand wedding to Lord Julian Blackwood was her only escape from a home where her stepmother treated her worse than a stray dog. But the heavy oak doors didn't open for her groom. Instead, a pale steward walked down the aisle, handing the bishop a hastily torn letter. Julian had eloped with a commoner for "true love," publicly abandoning her at the altar. The chapel instantly erupted into cruel laughter and mocking whispers. In the front row, her stepmother's eyes gleamed with triumphant satisfaction, while her furious father prepared to drag her back to a life of endless torment. Hundreds of nobles watched her become the ultimate joke, the most pathetic, discarded bride in the entire kingdom. The humiliation felt like a thousand needles piercing her skin. To return home meant a fate worse than death, and to accept the Blackwood family's pity would make her a lifelong symbol of their shame. She refused to be a disposable pawn ruined by a coward's betrayal. Behind her was a cliff, so she chose to step forward. She slowly lifted her own veil, her eyes as cold as a frozen lake, and locked her gaze on the groom's terrifying uncle—Marquis Broderick Blackwood, the undisputed head of the family. "To repair the damage done to my name, my choice is you, my Lord Marquis." The entire chapel gasped in disbelief. The abandoned bride was about to become the most powerful woman in the kingdom.