Reborn: Marrying The Cold Disabled Marquis

Chapter 7

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ell silent the mo

dark mahogany table that could seat thirty. Th

n sat to its right, his attention buried in official-looking

Lucas, a woman with a perpetually pinched expression. Beside her, Lady R

fifteen, stared down at his plate with a sullen expression. Jasper, a year younger, watched everything wit

It was like walking

lm. She moved to the empty chair beside Dyla

her tea. The si

the table, a pained grimace flashing across his face. She noticed his riding boots. T

tight? If they cut off your circulation, it wil

e. He hadn't expected her to speak to h

flicker of something-curiosity, perhap

aw," she sneered. "You have a keen eye. One might think we'

in, approving smile. Kaelan

Dylan's son, which makes him my son now. Is it so improper for a mother to be concerned about her child's well-being?" She paused, then shift

turned their attack into a question of family values, forcing the

and Rosalind we

ing with a crisp, deliberate motion and looked at Kaelan. "If the bo

able, but his words were a clear v

h fury, but she dared not argu

ella's direction. The wall of his resentment had its first small crack.

an to ease, the dining

of Mrs. Gable. Her sharp eyes swept across the table in a single, a

face, and her lips thinned. A higher

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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.”