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.”