Reborn: Marrying The Cold Disabled Marquis

love, eventually dying by a poisoned chalice. Meanwhile, my half-sister married the powerful Marquis of Blackwood. But when he was crippled in

our fates were decided, my sister lunged forward and desp

he court belongs to me

old smile. Go ahead, sister.

marriage proposal and chose Lord Dylan Lucas,

"I will not offer you my affection, my companionship, or my bed," he declared

s marriage with wealth, power, and adorable children? It was the perfec

frail youngest son, effortlessly outmaneuvered his hostile relatives, an

alculated

hadows with darkening, possessive eyes. He wasn't supposed to investig

ered one night, cornering me in the study, his stormy grey eyes

d even gather her wits, her half-sister, Seraphina, l

purple velvet

l reluctantly yield the opportun

g a seemingly inexplicable remark. "Do not blame me, for the supreme glory of the r

ted. A tremor coursed t

staring back had smooth, unblemished skin. This was not the haggard, hollo

been r

, a sudden realization struck her: her de

proposal had arrived at the manor from Lord D

th the Lord and eagerly snatched up the proposal

t during a disaster relief mis

ree adopted sons, subjecting them to endless abuse and beatings. Within a year, Lord

vet flower brooch pinned in her hair, she had caught the King's eye instantly. She was swept i

abriella was nothing more than a living target, a shield meant to draw the

ain, poisoned wine, being pushed into icy lakes... She had f

throne as Queen, only to be fed poison by the King three da

hat man-eating palace in this lif

casting long shadows that concealed t

d a single tear slipped down her ch

red, her voice choking.

rogance. She lifted her chin and said sharply, "This i

pression was icy, tacitly approving of the scene. She had always

ires it, you should let her have it. A proposal from Lord Dylan Lucas is a highly respe

psed onto the bed, her body shaking with

y Beatrice's approving whispers. They exchanged a knowing, s

cked shut, Gabriella's

ar and resolute-not a single tear remain

ing proposal from Lord Dylan Lucas. The thick par

as no

ound of a woman who had walked through hell and

silver bell on the night

ith worry. But she stopped dead in her tracks when she

ou..." Eliz

her eyes shining with an intense

e steady and commanding. "S

he weight of her next

Curtis, accept