Reborn: Marrying The Cold Disabled Marquis

Chapter 4

Word Count: 630 | Released on: 17/06/2026

but he did n

impatience. He had thought Gabriella to be a pro

s peripheral vision. Her fingers were tightly interlaced, her f

oice trembling slightly. "It is just... if you leave this room

fro

subtle battlefield of household gossip w

ay you found your new bride so... unsatisfactory... that you could not bear to share a room with her for even one night." She shifted the focus from her own feelings to his family'

was inexperienced in such matters and ha

disturb you, my lord. You may take the bed. I am more than content to s

ng herself in the lowest possible position, she made it impo

pting to dissect her motives. But her expression was a flawless facade of in

"That will not be necessary," he

ngue by the fireplace. Then he walked over to the tall windows, turning his back to h

t breath. She had made him stay

to remove her heavy bridal adornments. Her hairpins made soft cl

is focus was not on the gardens. His gaze kept drifting to the

rritation cour

uly as meek as she appeared? Or was she a far more dangerou

oom, broken only by the gentle rustle

irror, Gabriella allowed a tiny,

eed of doubt and intrigue deep within his mind. A man curious a

n rosewater, and began to wipe away the heavy

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Reborn: Marrying The Cold Disabled Marquis

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“In our past life, I was chosen for the royal court, ascending to the throne as Queen, only to discover I was merely a shield for the King's true love, eventually dying by a poisoned chalice. Meanwhile, my half-sister married the powerful Marquis of Blackwood. But when he was crippled in an accident, she vented her bitter regret by abusing his adopted sons, ultimately being cast out and becoming the laughingstock of high society. When we both opened our eyes and returned to the morning our fates were decided, my sister lunged forward and desperately snatched the royal selection brooch from my hands. "The supreme glory of the court belongs to me this time!" she sneered. I lowered my head to hide a cold smile. Go ahead, sister. Take that golden death warrant. Without hesitation, I picked up the remaining marriage proposal and chose Lord Dylan Lucas, the ruthless and fearsome Marquis of the North. On our wedding night, my new husband looked at me with eyes like winter frost. "I will not offer you my affection, my companionship, or my bed," he declared coldly. "You are merely here to be a nominal mother to my three adopted sons." "I understand, my lord," I replied meekly, secretly thrilled. A loveless marriage with wealth, power, and adorable children? It was the perfect retirement plan for a woman who had barely survived a palace bloodbath. I played my part perfectly. I used my hidden medical skills to heal his frail youngest son, effortlessly outmaneuvered his hostile relatives, and brought life back to his gloomy estate. I asked for nothing but peace. But I miscalculated one thing. The "cold and ruthless" Marquis wasn't supposed to watch me from the shadows with darkening, possessive eyes. He wasn't supposed to investigate my past. And he certainly wasn't supposed to shatter his own rules. "You've conquered my household and my sons, Gabriella," he whispered one night, cornering me in the study, his stormy grey eyes pinning me in place. "Tell me... when do you plan to conquer me?"”