The Unwanted Duchess Claims Her Throne

“I was the legitimate daughter of a Duke, exiled for years and finally forced into a political marriage to save my family's declining status. But on my wedding night, I woke up paralyzed on the cold stone floor, only to find my new husband entangled in my marital bed with my malicious half-sister. It was a carefully staged humiliation. My sister mocked me from the tangled sheets, while my husband looked down at me with utter boredom and disgust. Worse yet, the suffocating incense filling the room was a potent aphrodisiac-a "wedding gift" supplied by my own biological father to break my will and ensure I became a submissive pawn. The original owner of this body died of heartbreak right then and there, suffocated by a lifetime of being treated like worthless garbage by her own blood. She didn't understand why her family hated her so much, or why they would conspire to destroy her dignity on the very night she was supposed to become a Duchess. But the timid girl who would have cried and begged was gone. Opening my eyes, the soul of a top-tier modern operative took over. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I pulled a six-inch steel hairpin from my hair, pressed the wickedly sharp point directly against my new husband's throat, and smiled. "I am the ghost who has come to collect your debts."”