From Jilted Bride To Powerful Marchioness

Author: Min Xiaoxi

Chapter 1

Word Count: 809 | Released on: 17/06/2026

e organ faded into the stone

beeswax. Through her veil's delicate lace, Adela Mays watched the sea of faces-hundreds o

damp inside h

skin. This wedding was her only escape, her only path away from a home where she

k on the wall

ld have started f

rustling. He shot a nervous glance at the

vet-then grew into a barely suppressed buzz. Eyes darted from her still f

lifted a fan to her lips. Above its painted silk

doors gro

the groom, Lord Julian Blackwood, who stood silhouetted agains

the silent marble. He didn't look at Adela. He couldn't. His gaze staye

ly the parchment rattled. The wax seal, stamped with the proud lion of th

le, turned the color of ash as he read,

pew, a voice cut through t

does i

ckwood. Julian's grandmother. Her posture

her gaze, the bishop found h

He begs forgiveness, but he has eloped with a commo

hung in the air,

apel e

hispers at all. The sound washed over Adela in a wave of humili

ndoned bride. The laugh

e. Her father, the Earl of Norwood, his face a mask of purple fury, started to rise, t

d, Adela's body swayed-just once, a

he sto

cry. She d

thing no one could ha

erfectly steady, and took hold of the lac

revealed to them all. Her eyes were not filled with

d-and came to rest on the front pew, on the Blackwood family. It settled on the

Broderick Blackwood, t

the tomb-like silence of the ch

, each word perfectly f

she had lost her mind. The groom was

dressing Rowena Blackwood directly

th, "the actions of your grandson have brought un

ed, her spine

w, "I demand that the Blackwood family provide a replacement. An u

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From Jilted Bride To Powerful Marchioness

Min Xiaoxi History

“Adela Mays stood at the altar, gripping her white rose bouquet until the stems dug into her skin. This grand wedding to Lord Julian Blackwood was her only escape from a home where her stepmother treated her worse than a stray dog. But the heavy oak doors didn't open for her groom. Instead, a pale steward walked down the aisle, handing the bishop a hastily torn letter. Julian had eloped with a commoner for "true love," publicly abandoning her at the altar. The chapel instantly erupted into cruel laughter and mocking whispers. In the front row, her stepmother's eyes gleamed with triumphant satisfaction, while her furious father prepared to drag her back to a life of endless torment. Hundreds of nobles watched her become the ultimate joke, the most pathetic, discarded bride in the entire kingdom. The humiliation felt like a thousand needles piercing her skin. To return home meant a fate worse than death, and to accept the Blackwood family's pity would make her a lifelong symbol of their shame. She refused to be a disposable pawn ruined by a coward's betrayal. Behind her was a cliff, so she chose to step forward. She slowly lifted her own veil, her eyes as cold as a frozen lake, and locked her gaze on the groom's terrifying uncle-Marquis Broderick Blackwood, the undisputed head of the family. "To repair the damage done to my name, my choice is you, my Lord Marquis." The entire chapel gasped in disbelief. The abandoned bride was about to become the most powerful woman in the kingdom.”