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

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

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1374    |    Released on: 16/06/2026

ds burning in my throat

poisoned wine stopped my heart, already making room for the

tility tonics down my throat, blamed me for an empty nursery,

eyes five years

Kian why he loved her.

sed. They believed an unwa

t ships under another name, and built an emp

place would watch every future Kian bought for her slip away. And the husband who swore I would

iscarded wife was the mysterious Night

his name remo

.

lle Vance as if she were already t

s praised her sweetness. His friends welcomed her into every gathering. More than one of them had quietly suggested that Isa

hing Adeline saw whe

f her previous life with perfect clarity: the wine that smelled of bitter almonds, the poison burnin

had become a prison, the fertility tonics that weakened her, Isabell

ngers tight on the reins. Her heart hammer

around and

snapping above the hunting party. Kian riding beside her,

King's autumn hunt fiv

orthgarde royal standard, a golden lion on blue, snapping in the breeze, and the har

The faint lines of cruelty arou

that Kian's devotion already belonged to Isabelle-and the first ti

s chestnut mare shied, eyes rolling as a pheasant burst fro

rhorse, Shadow, flank-to-flank with the trembling mare, using his own horse's weight to ste

s voice held a concern she hadn

lance at Adeline, his

is chivalry. Another remarked that Isabelle looked perfectly at home ben

y followed that jealousy to its final destination once:

e with fear and adoration. She gave a fr

s a casual claim that stun

d begged him to admit what she had seen, endured his accusations o

a man who had watched her die. She would count her ass

n to move. Kian shot a quick, irritated glance over his

e gaggle of noblewomen trailing behind. She felt his gaze on her back, sharp and questionin

for a hunt, isn't it?" Her voic

the attention from the normally reser

but Isabelle's soft voice called his

hed Adeline's lips. Ex

es, shops, jewels, all detailed in ledgers locked in her private study at Blackwood Man

, Adeline slid from her horse and approached the Que

as left me rather unwell. I must be

med to feel sorry for her, nodded with c

heir's wife to leave the royal hunt early. While she waited f

well and sends this." He held out Kian

heir that his wife needs to rest," she sai

unt. Inside, the silence was a relief. She leaned against the velvet squabs and methodically pulled off her riding gloves, finger by fi

e weight in her pal

she sai

ince childhood, looked at her w

every ledger, every deed, and every

? But you haven't looked at th

. "I am going to count my assets," she said.

ppeared. In their place came ledgers, contr

rom the royal hunt and toward t

e would not b

ian Ferguson regret ever mis

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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.”