Reborn: Marrying The Cold Disabled Marquis

Chapter 4

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but he did n

impatience. He had thought Gabriella to be a pro

s peripheral vision. Her fingers were tightly interlaced, her f

oice trembling slightly. "It is just... if you leave this room

fro

subtle battlefield of household gossip w

ay you found your new bride so... unsatisfactory... that you could not bear to share a room with her for even one night." She shifted the focus from her own feelings to his family'

was inexperienced in such matters and ha

disturb you, my lord. You may take the bed. I am more than content to s

ng herself in the lowest possible position, she made it impo

pting to dissect her motives. But her expression was a flawless facade of in

"That will not be necessary," he

ngue by the fireplace. Then he walked over to the tall windows, turning his back to h

t breath. She had made him stay

to remove her heavy bridal adornments. Her hairpins made soft cl

is focus was not on the gardens. His gaze kept drifting to the

rritation cour

uly as meek as she appeared? Or was she a far more dangerou

oom, broken only by the gentle rustle

irror, Gabriella allowed a tiny,

eed of doubt and intrigue deep within his mind. A man curious a

n rosewater, and began to wipe away the heavy

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Reborn: Marrying The Cold Disabled Marquis

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“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.”