Reborn: Marrying The Cold Disabled Marquis

Chapter 8

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beside the empty Marquis's seat, her p

she said, her voice quiet but carrying unmistakable weight. "Where

look at her mother. Lady Catherine opened her mouth, but

rd slow and deliberate. "Regardless of her birth, she is to be sho

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of humiliation welling in he

yet familiar with its workings." She delivered her ruling. "Therefore, for the time being, Lady Catherine will continue to o

rank while leaving practical power i

sed Lady Catherine's face

her head gracefully. "You are wise

making her a target for every resentful servant. Her goal was not the household keys. Her

y what he'd expected. What surprised him was Gabriella's reaction. Her serene acceptan

akfast passed in te

re to explore the grounds. She headed for the rear ga

sy but earnest. But her attention was drawn to the smallest figure-Julian, si

His small belly was slightly, unnaturally distended beneath his velvet t

"Julian, why aren't you p

at her with wide, wary

-Nurse Finch. She gave Gabriella a cursory curtsy. "The you

ame sharp, clinical. "Is he quiet by nature, Nurse?

maid's fa

aving concluded his morning's

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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.”