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The Alibi

作者: Fannydwriter
last update 公開日: 2026-11-03 23:43:00

The cells beneath Blackwood Estate smelled of damp stone and old iron.

Elena sat on the narrow bench with her back against the wall. The cut on her shoulder had been roughly bandaged, but the fabric still stuck to the wound whenever she moved. Torchlight flickered through the bars and threw long shadows across the floor. Somewhere down the corridor a guard coughed. Water dripped from the ceiling in slow, steady ticks.

The penalty for stealing the Royal Seal was death. She had known that from
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  • I Married The Villian Who Was Destined To Destroy Me   Are you my wife or my enemy?

    The guards left Elena in her chambers and closed the door with a heavy click.She stood in the center of the room for a long moment, listening to their footsteps fade down the corridor. The northern file still lay on the table where she had left it before the arrest. The bandage on her shoulder had darkened again. Outside the windows the sky was beginning to pale toward dawn, yet the night felt far from over.Adrian entered without knocking.He shut the door behind him and leaned against it for a breath, as if the weight of the last hours had finally settled on his shoulders. The linen around his burned hand was stained. His eyes found hers and held.“Sit,” he said.Elena remained standing. “You went white when Tobias spoke of the granary. I want the truth before another servant dies with half a sentence on his lips.”Adrian crossed the room and poured two cups of water from the pitcher near the hearth. He set one on the table in front of her and kept the other in his uninjured hand.

  • I Married The Villian Who Was Destined To Destroy Me   The Alibi

    The cells beneath Blackwood Estate smelled of damp stone and old iron. Elena sat on the narrow bench with her back against the wall. The cut on her shoulder had been roughly bandaged, but the fabric still stuck to the wound whenever she moved. Torchlight flickered through the bars and threw long shadows across the floor. Somewhere down the corridor a guard coughed. Water dripped from the ceiling in slow, steady ticks. The penalty for stealing the Royal Seal was death. She had known that from the novel, yet seeing the gold crest pulled from her own wardrobe had turned the knowledge into something sharp and immediate. The story she remembered had never placed the seal in Eveline’s hands. It had never sent an assassin into her chambers or set the western wing alight on the same night. Every page she had trusted was rewriting itself around her, and the three days Adrian had given her were already bleeding away. Footsteps approached. The heavy door at the end of the passage opened. Adri

  • I Married The Villian Who Was Destined To Destroy Me   Fire in the western wing

    Smoke poured down the corridor in thick gray waves.Elena kept pace with Adrian as they ran toward the western wing. The air grew hotter with every step. Shouts echoed ahead of them. The sharp crack of burning timber mixed with the frantic calls of servants dragging buckets. Heat pressed against her face like an open hand.Adrian did not slow. “Stay close. If the floor gives, fall toward the outer wall.”She nodded even though he could not see it. Her shoulder still throbbed from Cole’s blade, but the pain felt distant now. The records room held the northern file. It held the withdrawal order and the forged statement and every scrap of proof that might keep her alive through the three days Adrian had granted her. If the fire took those papers, the blue ledger and Cole’s dying words would mean nothing.They rounded the final corner and the heat struck them full force.Flames licked up the sides of the tall wooden shelves. Sparks drifted through the air like angry fireflies. The norther

  • I Married The Villian Who Was Destined To Destroy Me   The Blade In The Dark

    The blade pressed harder against her throat.Elena had no time to draw a full breath before the weight of a body slammed into her from behind. An arm locked around her waist and dragged her sideways. Her shoulder struck the edge of the table. Papers scattered. The ink pot tipped and rolled. She hit the floor hard enough to knock the air from her lungs, and the assassin followed her down, pinning her with a knee across her ribs.This was not in the novel.The thought flashed through her mind with useless clarity. In the book she had read, Eveline had never been attacked in her own chambers on the night after the statement was found. There had been no cold steel at her throat and no stranger breathing against her ear. The story had already broken its own rules, and the knowledge she had brought with her was suddenly worthless.“Do not scream,” the man said. His voice was low and rough, the words shaped by a cloth mask that covered the lower half of his face. “Scream and I open your thro

  • I Married The Villian Who Was Destined To Destroy Me   The Dot Beneath The G

    Adrian’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword and it wasn't loose the idle way a duke’s fingers might brush steel when he was merely annoyed. The grip was deliberate, the leather creaking once under his palm as Elena stared at the paper spread across the table between them.Gabriel’s statement.Her brother’s careful, familiar handwriting accused her of arranging the northern massacre. It claimed she had fed troop movements to the enemy and sealed the fates of three hundred people with a single letter. The signature at the bottom looked perfect. The seal looked perfect and every other thing looked perfect except the truth that sat heavy in her chest.Elena lifted her eyes and met his gaze without flinching. “I did not do this.”Adrian said nothing at first. The fire in the hearth threw hard shadows across the planes of his face. He looked exactly like the man who had watched her die in the pages of a book she still remembered too clearly.“I will not confess to something I never ordere

  • I Married The Villian Who Was Destined To Destroy Me   The Duke’s Cruel Proposal

    Elena stared at her husband. Did he just say that their marriage was never meant to last?Of all the things Adrian Blackwood could have said on their wedding day, that had to be the worst. She had spent the morning being dressed like a princess, endured a ceremony with a man who looked ready for a funeral, and smiled at nobles who probably thought she was the luckiest woman in the kingdom. Now, barely an hour after becoming his wife, he was planning their separation.“Your Grace, if you intended to make me miserable, you could have saved us both the trouble and refused to marry me.”Adrian's eyes narrowed. “You believe I wanted this marriage?”“You certainly don't look happy about it.”“I had no choice.”“Who forced you?”“The Crown.”“Why would the King force you to marry me?”“That is none of your concern.” Adrian leaned back. “You will live at Blackwood Estate, fulfill your duties as my duchess, and stay out of my affairs. In return, you will have money, servants, protection, and a

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