Reborn: Marrying The Cold Disabled Marquis

Chapter 8

Word Count: 526 | Released on: 17/06/2026

beside the empty Marquis's seat, her p

she said, her voice quiet but carrying unmistakable weight. "Where

look at her mother. Lady Catherine opened her mouth, but

rd slow and deliberate. "Regardless of her birth, she is to be sho

public co

of humiliation welling in he

yet familiar with its workings." She delivered her ruling. "Therefore, for the time being, Lady Catherine will continue to o

rank while leaving practical power i

sed Lady Catherine's face

her head gracefully. "You are wise

making her a target for every resentful servant. Her goal was not the household keys. Her

y what he'd expected. What surprised him was Gabriella's reaction. Her serene acceptan

akfast passed in te

re to explore the grounds. She headed for the rear ga

sy but earnest. But her attention was drawn to the smallest figure-Julian, si

His small belly was slightly, unnaturally distended beneath his velvet t

"Julian, why aren't you p

at her with wide, wary

-Nurse Finch. She gave Gabriella a cursory curtsy. "The you

ame sharp, clinical. "Is he quiet by nature, Nurse?

maid's fa

aving concluded his morning's

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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?"”