The Unwanted Duchess Claims Her Throne

Chapter 7

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hoke on. Elenore took another leisurely sip of tea, l

et, "as the Duchess of Hawthorne, I am here today to discuss a matter of private property."

able. The movement was slow, deliberate, every gesture designed to remind them that she held all the power now. "This is a complete i

fund, plundered for her own vanities and to support her less-successful relatives. Julian frowned, tryin

t becomes that daughter's exclusive personal property." She was using their own rules, their own rigid system, as a weapon. "The list includes three country manors, a block

a could no longer contain herself. "That's absurd! Most of that has

lked right in. "Under Kingdom law, that is theft," Elenore continued, voice dropping to a near whisper, making the threat even more potent. "A Duchess, stealing from her own stepdaughte

"Elenore, this is a family matter. There is no need for such ugly accusations. When your position with the Duke is more s

our other daughter? Is that the stability you mean, Father?" She threw the ugly truth onto the table, shattering the frag

roared, face con

three days. Within three days, I expect the deeds to the properties and a bank draft for the full value of the remaining assets to be delivered to me at Hawthorne Manor." She issued her ultimatum, voice ringing with finality. "If I do not have what is mine in three days..

mean a full public audit of the family's finances. Every dirty secret, every debt, every scandal would be laid bare f

girl she had tormented for years had returned as an avenging angel, ready to burn their world to the ground. Without another word, Elenore turned and w

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The Unwanted Duchess Claims Her Throne

Marmaduke Ryder History

“I was the legitimate daughter of a Duke, exiled for years and finally forced into a political marriage to save my family's declining status. But on my wedding night, I woke up paralyzed on the cold stone floor, only to find my new husband entangled in my marital bed with my malicious half-sister. It was a carefully staged humiliation. My sister mocked me from the tangled sheets, while my husband looked down at me with utter boredom and disgust. Worse yet, the suffocating incense filling the room was a potent aphrodisiac-a "wedding gift" supplied by my own biological father to break my will and ensure I became a submissive pawn. The original owner of this body died of heartbreak right then and there, suffocated by a lifetime of being treated like worthless garbage by her own blood. She didn't understand why her family hated her so much, or why they would conspire to destroy her dignity on the very night she was supposed to become a Duchess. But the timid girl who would have cried and begged was gone. Opening my eyes, the soul of a top-tier modern operative took over. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I pulled a six-inch steel hairpin from my hair, pressed the wickedly sharp point directly against my new husband's throat, and smiled. "I am the ghost who has come to collect your debts."”