Reborn: Marrying The Cold Disabled Marquis

Chapter 3

Word Count: 654 | Released on: Today at 11:04

ight fell. Her husband, Lord

edding ceremony, sending his younger cousi

, gossiping about how insignificant Gabriella mu

ured the same humiliation, becoming

d, a man of cold dispo

raphina out, he never remarried, remai

his old wounds relapsed, le

aid, Eliza, to have the kitchens prepare a war

eaked open. A gust of cold night air swept in, carr

he remembered from his brief appearances at court, dressed

old and detached, like a general inspecting new artillery.

, but she maintained a serene expression. She had

brushing coldly against her cheek a

. His gaze was

Or I suppose it is Lady Lucas now. There are certa

ilent, her hands fol

y three adopted sons." He paused, letting the harsh honesty sink in. "This marriage is nothing more than that.

f ice, methodically dissectin

ered-a flawless imitation o

im a brief glimpse of disappointment in her eyes before masking it away. "I understand, my lord," she said, her

llow me to fulfill my duties to the children. To care for them as if they were my own." She pressed her advantage, her tone filled with t

chink in his armor. His so

, searching for an

found

o knew her place and offe

eld her bre

tween them, thick wi

en relaxed. Finally, the rigid line of

said stiffly. A

to leave for the ad

cold brass doorknob, Gabriell

. Please

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Reborn: Marrying The Cold Disabled Marquis

White P History

“I was the illegitimate daughter of the Curtis family, a political pawn given to the King to secure my father's favor. But the royal court was a viper's nest, and the paranoid King's rage eventually turned on me. When the King decided I was no longer useful, I was thrown into a cold, damp palace cell. My own family stood by and watched with cold eyes as I was forced to swallow a bitter poison from a golden goblet. As the poison burned my throat like shattered glass, I saw my half-sister Seraphina smiling triumphantly. She had married the crippled heir of the Blackwood family and lived a long, quiet, and safe life. A life I would have killed for. Until my last breath, the tidal wave of betrayal suffocated me. Why did my father sacrifice me so ruthlessly? Why was I blinded by the royal sapphire, choosing glory over survival? Opening my eyes again, the familiar scent of lemon soap hit me. I was back in my girlhood bedroom, on the exact morning the two marriage proposals arrived. Seraphina barged in, snatching the royal betrothal gift to steal my glory. "The glory of the royal court is something an illegitimate daughter like you could never deserve." I lowered my head to hide my cold smile, letting her take the crown that was actually a death warrant. This time, I picked up the other letter and chose the crippled Marquis of Blackwood.”