Reborn: Marrying The Cold Disabled Marquis

Chapter 6

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the curtains. Dylan had not slept another win

Her grip loosened, and with a soft sigh she rolled a

as f

udding. He watched her for another moment-her back rising and falling in deep sleep-befo

red the suite with a soft knoc

orientation. She sat up, stretching,

the bed to draw the curtains and straighten the l

hite sheet. There, stark against the fine linen, was a

relieved smile. "Oh, my la

is was proof. The marriage had been consumma

ers. It was crushed poppy petal, concealed in a tiny vial and applied i

ns, knowing glances in the corridors. The cold Lord Dylan, it seemed, was not so col

tern head housekeeper, to the true matriarch:

She listened to Mrs. Gable's report, her gnarled fingers snipping a withered leaf from a prized rose bush.

nd walls of duty and grief. He would not, could not, have succumbed to

d up a delicate porcelain cup of tea. "T

my l

She didn't care about the truth. She cared about the result. She needed a mistress who could manage her brooding grandson, tame his w

hens that the new Lady Lucas requires nourishin

icial, undeniable en

fectly. "At once, my lady

ilt on a drop of flower

ella stood before the doors to the family dining room. She knew dealing with the se

d her features into a serene sm

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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.”