Chapter 54: The True and False Miranda(Part 1)

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• Revenge of the Betrayed: The Domineering Duke Falls for Me   Chapter 315: Reginald Isn’t Pleased

  Wensley’s heart was pounding again, her face burning hot, and her steps felt light and unsteady, as though she were walking on clouds. It took her a moment to remember Miranda. She glanced around quickly, relieved to see her friend unharmed. But the instant she caught sight of the man standing beside Miranda, her heart skipped a beat. She rushed forward, grabbed Miranda’s wrist, and pulled her sharply to her other side.Miranda blinked, confused. “Wensley? What on earth are you doing?”“Shh! Not so loud!” Wensley pressed a finger to her lips and gestured subtly toward the man behind them. In a hushed voice, she warned, “That’s Lord Reginald.”Miranda still looked puzzled, so Wensley leaned closer, whispering urgently, “He’s not someone to trifle with. The man stirs up trouble wherever he goes. One wrong word, and you’ll find yourself in real danger. Have you forgotten how he cornered you at my grandmother’s birthday banquet?”Wensley still assumed their relationship was strained, ling

• Revenge of the Betrayed: The Domineering Duke Falls for Me   Chapter 314: Wensley’s First Meeting with Adrian

  After the archery contest concluded, Wensley could hardly sit still. She tugged Miranda by the arm and led her purposefully through the winding corridors of the grand festival hall. Miranda followed with a knowing smile—if the goal was to bring Wensley and this Adrian Shaw into contact, surely a meeting point had already been arranged. A brief conversation, a proper look at each other’s temperament—such was the unspoken custom of these social gatherings.After winding through a quiet corner of the upper galleries, they arrived at a bustling gallery overlooking the Great Hall's east side, where a guessing game had been set up. In this part of the kingdom, noble houses often hosted riddle games during grand celebrations like the Festival of Saint Alban. It was a way to test wit, attract promising young men of letters, and offer fine prizes to those clever enough to win them. For some, it was a chance to be noticed by high-ranking patrons or well-matched suitors.This particular table wa

• Revenge of the Betrayed: The Domineering Duke Falls for Me   Chapter 313: The Veil Festival

  That evening marked the celebration of the Veil Festival, a yearly occasion when the nobility of the city took to the lantern-lit streets in full finery. To miss it meant waiting another year, so even the most reserved young ladies could barely contain their excitement.Miranda, in particularly high spirits of late. Claiming she had arranged to meet Wensley, she left the estate on her own.Wensley had chosen the fourth-floor west-facing parlour of The Silver Hart Inn as their meeting place.By the time Miranda arrived, Wensley was already waiting by the windows, her gaze fixed on something across the street. Hearing footsteps, she turned with a bright expression and waved.Miranda joined her at the window and followed her line of sight.Across the thoroughfare stood a tall festival platform, draped in white silk screens on the western side. In front of the screens rose a wooden frame from which hung rows of vibrant, ribbon-tied floral targets. They danced lightly in the breeze—smaller

• Revenge of the Betrayed: The Domineering Duke Falls for Me   Chapter 312

  That day, Lady Fitzroy came to visit the House of Croyso, bringing Wensley with her.Upon seeing Wensley again, Miranda was struck by how different she seemed. Wensley, usually cheerful, straightforward, and lively, now appeared oddly shy, her words hesitant and unnatural. Curious, Miranda pressed her repeatedly until Wensley finally admitted—after the debacle with the impostor who had tried to trick her into marriage, Lord Fitzroy had grown exceedingly cautious. Fearing another scandal, he had begun arranging her betrothal himself, and a match had already been selected. That, Wensley said, was why she and her mother had been too busy to call on Miranda immediately after her return.Wensley apologized over and over.Miranda smiled teasingly. “Don’t apologize. If it’s for the sake of your future husband, I suppose I must graciously step aside.”Blushing furiously, Wensley let out a half-embarrassed, half-indignant gasp, stomped her foot, and lunged toward Miranda as if to silence her w

• Revenge of the Betrayed: The Domineering Duke Falls for Me   Chapter 311: A Power-hungry Snake

  On one occasion, when Hans came to visit, the Countess arranged for a pretty maid to lure him into a side room. Then she had someone lead the Earl to that same room, hoping he would catch Hans in a compromising position. But when the Earl opened the door, he found Hans sitting upright, composed, while the maid knelt before him in tears.When questioned, the maid wept and confessed that the Countess had ordered her to seduce Sir Hans. But instead of falling for the trap, Hans had lectured her sternly, made her reflect on her behavior, and guided her to repent sincerely.The Earl was baffled and ordered that the Countess be brought in.Sophie at first denied everything. But the maid spoke clearly and confidently, even producing the jewelry Sophie had given her as payment—items confirmed to belong to the Countess. Left with no way out, Sophie finally admitted to it. She claimed Hans was immoral and unworthy of the Earl’s trust, and that she had set the trap to expose him.Hans, for his p

• Revenge of the Betrayed: The Domineering Duke Falls for Me   Chapter 310: The Hand Behind the Curtain

  Lord Croyso returned to the estate in a royal carriage, accompanied by his two daughters.When Miranda stepped back into the house with Molly, the maids who had once served her came rushing out to greet her, laughing and weeping all at once. After so long apart, their reunion brought with it a flood of concern and affection.Seeing the familiar faces and hearing their voices again, a faint smile touched Miranda’s lips.She let down her guard at last, shedding the caution she had worn for weeks. After a warm bath that washed away the dust and fatigue of palace life, she fell into a deep, undisturbed sleep. When she awoke in the afternoon, Miranda felt lighter than she had in a long time. The soft scent of herbs and flowers filled the room, making the very air feel gentle and soothing.She opened the window, and a fresh breeze poured in. Even the air itself seemed free and relaxed.At that moment, she suddenly thought of Reginald—of that night when he had a high fever and, despite his d