Semua Bab Revenge of the Betrayed: The Domineering Duke Falls for Me: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Marjorie had been appointed by the Dowager Queen to assist the Queen, offering counsel over the years and gaining her trust. Hearing Marjorie's firm and reasonable argument, the Queen nodded. Deep down, she harbored resentment toward Miranda. "A mere thirteen-year-old girl has ensnared Zachary so thoroughly. Who knows what seductive tricks she used? If Zachary hadn't gone to The Heaven Lounge to see her, he wouldn't have encountered that shameless Lila, who caused such a scandal and got Zachary grounded! Even at a glance, Miranda has brought nothing but trouble. She’s surely an ill omen—I can’t trust her near Zachary."As she spoke, a eunuch arrived to report that Miranda had become engaged to Fulton Sheffield.The Queen froze, stunned and furious. What was this? Even if she disapproved of Miranda as her daughter-in-law, that was her decision to make. For Earl Croyso to act first and arrange an engagement for Miranda was an insult to her son, kicking Zachary while he was down. The Que

Since her betrothal was announced, Miranda’s days had been unusually calm. Apart from the occasional teasing remarks from visitors and the times Lady Langley and Lord Croyso summoned her to discuss the dowry list, life was peaceful. Even Selena, who Miranda had expected to cause trouble, was strangely subdued. Selena paid her respects to Lord Croyso each day at the appointed time but otherwise shut herself in her chambers without a hint of disturbance. When their paths crossed, Selena appeared demure, even faintly conciliatory, with none of her previous haughtiness. This transformation left Miranda quietly vigilant, wondering what new schemes Selena might be plotting.Word had reached her that Selena had spent a long time in her father’s study for a private discussion. Yet Miranda did not believe, even for a moment, that Selena had turned virtuous.The early summer sun bathed the estate in warmth, and the garden bloomed in full splendor. Through the soft red veil of her window, Mirand

Miranda didn’t notice anything unusual about Brandon, her concern fixed on Martha’s health. “Have you consulted the best physicians? There might still be hope.”Though Brandon preferred Miranda keep her distance from Martha, he was touched by her sincerity. Shaking his head, he replied, “Even the royal physicians, summoned through Prince Zachary’s connections, have examined her. Their verdicts were all the same. Over the years, I’ve sought every renowned healer and taken Martha wherever there was hope, but the outcome never changed. That she has survived this long is already a miracle.”“I see,” Miranda said softly, her expression darkening.“Enough of these dreary topics,” Brandon said, shifting the subject. “I must apologize. Though Circle Trading has partnered with Jovanna for years, I only heard the owner came from humble origins. I had no idea of any connection to the Croyso family. Speaking of which, it seems there’s an issue with some goods?”Jovanna was the name Lady Langley us

That night, after Miranda had taken a bath and changed into her nightwear, she was just about to fall asleep when she suddenly realized the window was left open. Since she didn’t like having others close by while she slept, her maid, Molly, stayed in the outer room. Miranda didn’t bother calling her in. She got out of bed herself, intending to close the window. Just as she reached out her hand, a shadow flickered before her eyes, and a dark figure leaped through the window, staring straight at her.Startled, Miranda instinctively moved to call for help while reaching for the scissors nearby. But as she got a clearer look at the intruder, she exhaled softly in relief. “Lord Reginald, what are you doing here?”Before she could finish her sentence, a shadow loomed over her. Before she could react, Lord Reginald pressed her down. Amidst the chaos, her lips suddenly brushed against something cold and soft. Alarmed, she opened her eyes wide, and her mind went blank with a deafening roar.It

Miranda picked up a handkerchief and walked toward the bedside. Just as she took her first step, Lord Reginald immediately sensed the movement, his gaze darting sharply in her direction. Facing the tension head-on, Miranda carefully observed Lord Reginald’s reaction and cautiously moved closer. “Lord Reginald?” she called out tentatively. “It’s me, Miranda. You have a high fever, and it needs to come down. Can I place a cold cloth on your forehead?” Lord Reginald frowned slightly, a trace of confusion flashing through his eyes. He tried hard to focus his gaze, as if attempting to make out the figure before him. After a while, he murmured, “Miranda?” “Yes, it’s me,” Miranda replied softly. The tension in Lord Reginald’s brow eased. The rigid and defensive posture he had held instantly melted away. With a dull thud, he collapsed back onto the bed. Startled, Miranda quickly reached out to check the back of his head. Thankfully, the mattress and bedding were soft, and he seem