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From Jilted Bride To Powerful Marchioness

From Jilted Bride To Powerful Marchioness

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.
Reborn as the Nightingale: Escaping the Duke's Poisoned Marriage

Reborn as the Nightingale: Escaping the Duke's Poisoned Marriage

I died with the taste of bitter almonds burning in my throat. My husband, Kian Ferguson, watched me collapse over the poisoned wine. He did not call for help. He did not kneel beside me. He only looked at me with cold, satisfied eyes, as if my death had finally made room for the woman he truly wanted—his delicate cousin, Isabelle. In my first life, I begged for his love. I endured his family's humiliation. I drank the bitter tonics they forced upon me in the name of fertility, even as my body grew weaker by the day. I was blamed for an empty nursery, mocked as a barren wife, and trapped in a marriage that was slowly killing me. Then I opened my eyes again. I was back five years in the past, riding beside Kian at the King's autumn hunt—the very day I first saw how he looked at Isabelle. This time, I did not weep. I did not fight for him. I returned to Blackwood Manor and asked for an annulment. Kian laughed in my face. "You want to leave?" he said, seizing my arms. "There are only two ways out of this marriage, Adeline. In a coffin, or with my permission. And I will grant you neither." I went to the King for justice. The Crown turned me away. They all believed I had nowhere left to run. A discarded wife. A useless vine. A woman with no power, no allies, and no future beyond the Duke's gilded cage. They were wrong. I sold my dowry in secret. I bought merchant ships under a hidden name. I gathered remedies, debts, secrets, and gold. If no one would grant me freedom, I would purchase it myself. If no one would give me justice, I would become powerful enough to demand it. And by the time Kian Ferguson realizes his unwanted wife has become the mysterious Nightingale, it will be far too late to cage me again.