Reborn as the Nightingale: Escaping the Duke's Poisoned Marriage

ds burning in my throat

poisoned wine stopped my heart, already making room for the

tility tonics down my throat, blamed me for an empty nursery,

eyes five years

Kian why he loved her.

sed. They believed an unwa

t ships under another name, and built an emp

place would watch every future Kian bought for her slip away. And the husband who swore I would

iscarded wife was the mysterious Night

his name remo

.

lle Vance as if she were already t

s praised her sweetness. His friends welcomed her into every gathering. More than one of them had quietly suggested that Isa

hing Adeline saw whe

f her previous life with perfect clarity: the wine that smelled of bitter almonds, the poison burnin

had become a prison, the fertility tonics that weakened her, Isabell

ngers tight on the reins. Her heart hammer

around and

snapping above the hunting party. Kian riding beside her,

King's autumn hunt fiv

orthgarde royal standard, a golden lion on blue, snapping in the breeze, and the har

The faint lines of cruelty arou

that Kian's devotion already belonged to Isabelle-and the first ti

s chestnut mare shied, eyes rolling as a pheasant burst fro

rhorse, Shadow, flank-to-flank with the trembling mare, using his own horse's weight to ste

s voice held a concern she hadn

lance at Adeline, his

is chivalry. Another remarked that Isabelle looked perfectly at home ben

y followed that jealousy to its final destination once:

e with fear and adoration. She gave a fr

s a casual claim that stun

d begged him to admit what she had seen, endured his accusations o

a man who had watched her die. She would count her ass

n to move. Kian shot a quick, irritated glance over his

e gaggle of noblewomen trailing behind. She felt his gaze on her back, sharp and questionin

for a hunt, isn't it?" Her voic

the attention from the normally reser

but Isabelle's soft voice called his

hed Adeline's lips. Ex

es, shops, jewels, all detailed in ledgers locked in her private study at Blackwood Man

, Adeline slid from her horse and approached the Que

as left me rather unwell. I must be

med to feel sorry for her, nodded with c

heir's wife to leave the royal hunt early. While she waited f

well and sends this." He held out Kian

heir that his wife needs to rest," she sai

unt. Inside, the silence was a relief. She leaned against the velvet squabs and methodically pulled off her riding gloves, finger by fi

e weight in her pal

she sai

ince childhood, looked at her w

every ledger, every deed, and every

? But you haven't looked at th

. "I am going to count my assets," she said.

ppeared. In their place came ledgers, contr

rom the royal hunt and toward t

e would not b

ian Ferguson regret ever mis