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

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 1032    |    Released on: 16/06/2026

k wood shelves of military histories and law books. The air was cold,

into a crystal glass, and didn't offer her one. Leaning against the ma

?" His voice was quiet

ne into me. Your sister accused me of destroying your bloodline

sister to force my hand in public. A clever move, I'll g

demanded an explanation for the empty nursery. I me

ightened arou

ded, "you should reconsider the decisi

out steeped in sarcasm. He pushed off the desk and walked toward her,

gain." He paused, his stare narrowing. "However, Adeline, one th

rdened into an

"fortify her constitution," which she'd drunk obediently in her past life, believing

she

darkened. "That

n answer open t

u do not want a child. There is no medical reason for me to drink

kin, forcing her to look at him. His face was inches from hers, eyes devoid of warmth. "I do not care

ssure i

nd deliberate, "if you somehow become p

riage. Adeline remembered the blood-soaked sheets, the weakness that had left her unable

guish some hidden hope. It confirmed what she already knew. Kian did not regard her body as her own. Whether he

ekly tonic. His direct order. His threat against a

or cry. She looked d

, "while secretly drugging your wife and thr

ip tig

ling it your authority

ace c

about what is ne

o claims to despise his wife is so desperate to govern her womb. E

moment, he h

r. Kian's head snapped toward it

age from Miss Vance's maid. Miss Vance was frightened by the earl

le. Of

on, replaced by open concern. He released Adeline's chin as thou

there," he sa

, focus already gone, alr

id. "Your cousin has summoned you. I would hate for a threat

pped bes

ith warning, but the mockery ha

ment he had been threatening to control her body by force; the next, he

after he was gone. The dull ache in her jaw w

ss. Kian believed the locked door, the medicine, and the threat had p

rch would hesitate to challenge him. And

uld go abov

e in person, use every piece of knowledge she had carried back from her first l

her body a

e his threat

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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.”