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The Almighty Duke Claims His Merchant Queen

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 866    |    Released on: Today at 15:13

ce was shattered

meaning of this? Are

rianna. Her teacup rattled in its saucer, the liquid sloshing over the rim, but s

rds with enough force to send a thin crack snaking up the wood. "You ungrateful

my brother has found someone nobler than you, so you want to ruin him!" Her voice cracked on the

ge. Their voices overlapped and tangled-Martha's shrill accusation, Gertrude's gravelly contempt, Penelope's tearful s

of his chair, and a vein pulsed at his temple, a small, frantic beat beneath the skin. He felt

eady, a practiced gesture she had no doubt used on men before. "Allen, darling, don't be an

rage. She let the words wash over her, each insult landing and dissolving like salt

threatening anyone. I am simply acknowledging reality. The power

ois, since you are to be the new lady of Oakhaven,

seat, stripping away her pretense.

as she did about blacksmithing. Her fingers tightened on Allen's sleeve, a

cruel. "Don't forget, Brianna, what a disgrace it is for a woman to be

s gleaming with malice. "Without the Sma

a faint, mocking smile

"that would still be a more dignified existence than remaining here,

deniability, exposing the ugly, grasping greed ben

ttered to the floor, and no one moved to pick it up. "Enough!" he roared, his scholar's composur

t a flicker of fear. "I have ma

e tension in the room was so

as nothing more to b

formal curtsy-a final, mo

rning back now

d, her voice polite, "I must retire.

k straight, her head held high. She did not look like a woman defeated

other, a dawning sense of panic in their eyes. For the first time, t

ess. They had hurled themselves against Brianna's

g on the table. For the very first time, a flic

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The Almighty Duke Claims His Merchant Queen
The Almighty Duke Claims His Merchant Queen
“For three years, I poured my entire merchant dowry into a crumbling estate, funding my husband Allen's rise to become a Royal Scholar. But on the day of his triumphant return, he stepped out of his carriage holding another woman's hand. He announced that Isabelle, a noblewoman, would be his new wife and the mistress of the house. "I expect you to accept this arrangement. You will need to continue managing the accounts to fund our move to the capital." He actually wanted me to use my mother's legacy to finance his new life with his new lover. His family eagerly chimed in, mocking my merchant blood and threatening that a discarded woman would be a laughingstock in the kingdom. They thought I was just an orphan with no backing, a walking treasury they could bleed dry and then cage. They seemed to have completely forgotten that without my money, their "noble" family was nothing but a mountain of hidden debt. I didn't scream or cry. I simply slammed the estate ledgers and the heavy gold signet ring onto the dining table. "Since she is the new mistress, she can manage your bankrupt estate." While they panicked over their empty coffers, I secretly left in the dead of night. I took the life-debt token my mother left me and went straight to the terrifying Iron Duke. I was going to get a royal divorce and take back every single penny that belonged to me.”