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Seeing her agreement, Fulton smiled brightly, a flush of color creeping onto his face again.They walked side by side, unaware that everything was being observed from behind. Hidden among the trees of the garden, a pair of eyes, followed their every move. Watching them leave, the owner of those eyes narrowed them slightly in displeasure and murmured, âHarland, go and...âAs they made their way toward the front courtyard, a maid suddenly appeared in front of them. Upon seeing Fulton, she let out a small sigh of relief, bowed to them, and addressed him, âMaster Sheffield, Mrs. Sheffield twisted her ankle and has been looking everywhere for you. Please, come with me quickly!âFulton, ever the dutiful son, hurriedly gave Miranda a few brief instructions and followed the maid.Watching them rush off, Miranda felt a vague sense that something was wrong, though she couldn't pinpoint why. As she pondered the thought, a hand suddenly covered her mouth from behind, dragging her into a nearby cou
This man could see right through her thoughts. Couldnât he be a little less intelligent? Since it was impossible to hide anything from him, she decided to ignore him and turned her head away. Against someone who could see through you completely, any trick was futile; she no longer wished to play the fool.Reginald was highly displeased with her attitude. He forcibly turned her face towards him and said, âSpeak up! Who is he to you? Miranda, good girl. Tell me, okay?â He deliberately softened his voice.Miranda closed her eyes and covered her ears, choosing to ignore him entirely.âMiranda, if you keep this up, Iâm going to get angry!â Reginaldâs tone was icy, but Miranda remained unfazed, which only fueled his anger. He suddenly said, âFine, if you wonât talk, I wonât force you!âMiranda, surprised, opened her eyes and met Reginald's gaze.âBut since youâve chosen not to speak, Iâll tell you the truth. Yes, youâve offended me! Iâm targeting you on purpose. Not just now but in the futu
In the same grand, opulent study as every other night, the King sat at his desk, reviewing reports. At some point, Tom had slipped in quietly, dismissing the attendants before speaking in a hushed tone, "Your Majesty, Iâve gathered information on Miss Miranda."The King's red pen paused mid-stroke, and he looked up.A faint scent of ambergris filled the room, delicate yet deeply penetrating. However, after Tomâs report, the air seemed to thicken, the atmosphere growing tense and oppressive. âWhat did you find?âHis regal yet slightly aged face remained calm and indifferent, betraying no emotion. But Tom, who knew him well, sensed the King's foul mood and cautiously replied, "Not wanting to alert anyone, I did not investigate too deeply into the Croyso estate. All I know is that Miss Miranda is the daughter of the late Lady Croyso, the former wife of Lord Croyso. Itâs said she was deeply loved by him, but she passed away young. After her death, Lord Croysoâs mistress, Sophie, brought a
Hearing the long-forgotten name, Tom's expression darkened, and he slowly lowered his head.No one knew how long had passed before the king snapped out of his thoughts, his expression returning to the same calm indifference as before. Reflecting on the current situation, he spoke in a low voice, âTom, you must keep my visit to Earl Croyso a secret. Donât mention it to anyone. Perhaps Miranda's resemblance is merely a coincidence, but if the wrong people see her, even a coincidence will no longer be just that. You understand the gravity of this, donât you? Also, return the portrait to Earl Croyso.âThere was a hint of helpless sorrow in his voice as he spoke the last sentence.Earl Croyso could still possess a portrait of his late wife, often gazing upon it in fond remembrance. But he, as the king, couldnât even have a portrait of Alice within the vast palace. Anything related to Alice was forbidden in this palace, deeply buried and locked away by time, not to be spoken of by anyone, f
This was Ivanâs second encounter with Lord Reginald.Before this, he had heard countless rumors about the Duke of Veylar in Thornborough. Naturally, from Zacharyâs circle, the tales about Reginald were anything but flattering. They described him as capricious, eccentric, and cruelâsomeone who valued human life no more than grass. And since arriving in the capital, the stories about Reginald had only grown darker. Yet, curiously, during their first encounter in the prison of the Ministry of Justice, Ivan had sensed Reginaldâs unorthodox and wanton nature, but he found it hard to dislike him.And now, he finally understood whyâReginald was âcandidly cunning.âLike now, he openly admitted that he let the assassins strike first, so Ivan would owe him. But precisely because of this honesty, Ivan, who was no stranger to political deceit, found him somewhat trustworthy. Still, his resolve was firm, and he shook his head, politely refusing, âThank you for your kindness, Lord Reginald, but my l
Sophieâs one goal in her past life was to elevate her daughter by marrying her into a higher rank of nobility, but despite her best efforts, progress had been agonizingly slow. That is, until a significant opportunity arose: the queen herself approached Xavier, Selenaâs influential uncle, hoping to find a suitable woman from his family to win the king's favor. The queen had long understood the politics of the court and knew that if she didnât arrange a mistress for the aging king, Lady Liudmila, always scheming, would find a way to insert one of her own. Better for the queen to act first and ensure the loyalty of the new mistress. Xavier, eager to oblige, presented portraits of both his own daughter and his niece, Selena, to the queen. The queen, immediately captivated by Selenaâs extraordinary beauty, chose her without hesitation.Though Selena was initially hesitant, her reservations quickly faded. The allure of great power, wealth, and glittering jewels was too strong to resist. Mo
In the warm April of early spring, the lush greenery of the forest adorns the rugged mountains with vibrant hues. From afar, the varying shades of green intermingle like a soft and beautiful green carpet gently draped over the hills. Dozens of guards, riding tall horses, escort four carriages as they slowly make their way up the tranquil and secluded mountain path.On this day, the Countess is leading the women of the household up the mountain for a picnic. The fresh air of the outdoors is filled with the fragrance of flowers and grass, mingled with a hint of earthy scent, refreshing the senses with each breath.Selena suddenly focused her attention and said, "Hmm, I think I hear the sound of a violin?"Indeed, as she spoke, everyone gradually began to hear a faint, ethereal violin melody, drifting gently into their ears. Slowly, the sound became clearer, as if the musician was approaching them.Miranda, upon hearing the first note of the violin, was struck as if by lightning, left spe
The blood-soaked world, which had begun to spread from where the man in white stood, was suddenly obscured, replaced by the slate-blue carriage curtains. With Hans' figure no longer in sight, Miranda instinctively glanced at Selena, who had just drawn the curtains.A fleeting glanceâhalf-revealed, half-concealedâleft behind a hint of mystery and suspense, enough to stir a young girl's heart. At her mother's signal, Selena slowly let go of the curtain she had lifted, shielding the figure in white from view outside the carriage. âMiranda, what are you thinking about? You seem so lost in thought!âMiranda snapped out of her reverie and gave a faint smile. âIt's nothing.âNow fully awake from the shock of seeing Hans again, the intense pain and hatred she had felt gradually settled. She began to contemplate the hidden motives behind Hansâ sudden appearance today.Was this Hansâ own idea, or was there someone else pulling the strings?In this life, she would not be kind. If anyone wronged
Fulton listened expressionlessly as the edict was read aloud. So this was the glory bought with his parents’ betrayal of Miranda? It turned out he wasn’t just a gilded canary trapped in a cage—he was a puppet, to be moved and used at will.And yet, no matter how much resentment burned within him, the decree had already been issued. The marriage was now inevitable. As the heir of the Sheffield family, he had no power to defy the Queen Dowager’s command.How laughable. How pathetic. How tragic.And so, when the reading ended, Fulton didn’t even bother to accept the scroll. He turned and walked straight back to his chambers.But if anyone was truly distressed, it wasn’t Fulton—it was the Lady of S
âIs she serious? She is marrying you off to Fulton?â The queen was fuming. âNever mind that the Sheffield family has shallow roots and was never worthy of you to begin withâafter what theyâve done lately, what daughter from a decent family would agree to marry into that mess? And you're a princess! Even with all the reasons the Queen Dowager gave, it still sounds completely far-fetched to me!ââPlease calm down, Mother,â Gina said softly, far more composed than the queen. âSince the Queen Dowager told you directly, it means the matter is already decided. If Iâm not mistaken, she probably wants to use this opportunity to win over the Sheffields. By granting them such an honor, she hopes to sweep away the recent scandal and make them feel indebted to her and to the Blackwell. Thatâs likely the real reason behind this arrangement.ââHow did you know? Thatâs exactly what she said!â the queen cried, her voice rising with emotion. âShe claimed it was to pave the way for Zacharyâs future, bu
"Your MajestyâĶ what did you say?"In the palace hall, the queen stared in disbelief at the Queen Dowager, who was reclining gracefully on her chaise. Suspicion and shock filled her voice."At a time like this, you wish to arrange a marriage for Sheffield?"Right now, Sheffield and Williamâs reputations had hit rock bottom. Nearly the entire capital was condemning themâsaying William was shameless and despicable, not only backing out of a marriage alliance with the Croyso family but trying to tarnish Miss Croysoâs name in the process. And Sheffield? They called him weak, spineless, and willing to sell out his own future bride for favor.At such a time, everyone was doing their best to avoid association with the Sheffield familyâso why would the Queen Dowager choose to draw near, let alone offer a royal marriage?Worse, the broken engagement meant Miranda was now free from her previous betrothal. Without in-laws to tie her down, it was all too likely that the Queen Dowager would find a
Hearing Fultonâs flustered words and watching his unsteady figure stumble away, Earl Croyso let out a barely perceptible sigh. From how the boy first arrived, Fulton had seemed like a good childâsoft-spoken, perhaps a bit timid, but upright in character.What a pity...Fultonâs presence had clearly stirred up the lingering shadows of the broken engagement. Earl Croyso had originally intended to comfort Miranda, but somehow, as the conversation went on, it ended with Miranda comforting him insteadâleaving him amused.By the time Miranda returned to her chambers, night had fully fallen.She had assumed Reginald would have left long ago. So when she stepped into her inner room and saw that dark red figure bouncing around inside, she was startled and blurted out, âYou're still here?âReginald had hung his coat on the nearby rack and was now playing with one of Mirandaâs embroidery needles. He had threaded it with string and was using it like a throwing dart, aiming it with precision at a
Miranda entered the drawing room and, as expected, saw Fultonâs figure. Beside him sat the Earl of Croyso.It had only been a few days, but the once gentle and refined Fulton looked like a different personâthinner, with a haggard expression. The moment he saw Miranda walk in, his eyes lit up, and he rushed toward her. Yet, as if suddenly remembering something, the light in his face gradually faded, and his eyes dimmed.âMirandaâââYou should call me Miss Miranda, Mr. Fulton,â Miranda said quietly, her head slightly bowed, her voice calm.Fulton had a thousand things he wanted to say, but they were all shattered by those formal words: âMr. Fultonâ and âMiss Miranda.âIt hadnât always been this way. Before, she would call him âFultonâ in that soft, sweet voice. Every time he saw her petite figure, he would feel an urge to protect her. When he learned that his father intended for him to be engaged to Miranda, and that she would become his wife, he had truly been overjoyed. For someone of
Miranda, for her part, felt quite confident about this.Seeing the assurance on her face, Reginald nodded and said with a smile, âAlright then, letâs do it this way. Iâll go talk to Brandon about it.â Then, propping his head on one hand, he gave Miranda a strange look and added, âYou know, Miranda, Iâm starting to think youâre even more ruthless than I am. I only wanted to take down Broad Loft, but youâyouâre going for something much bigger. You want to rope Brandon in too and make sure Zachary falls flat on his face.ââWell, this plan only benefits you, doesnât it, Lord Reginald?â Miranda replied calmly.These past few days, the Blackwell family had turned her life upside down. But because of Croyso, she couldnât confront them head-on. Now that she had a chance to deal a serious blow to Prince Zachary and the Blackwells without dragging Croyso into it, she wasnât going to hold back.Just then, Mollyâs voice called out, âMy lady, Young Master Fulton has come to see you. Lord Croyso wa
âA partner?â Reginald caught the implication in Mirandaâs words, thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, âCircle Trading?ââYou know about that?â Miranda was taken aback.Reginald let out a cold snort. âThe young master of Circle Trading fell in love with Jovannaâs miss at first sight and has been showering her with favors. Not only did he admit to the counterfeit goods incident, but he even offered to supply her inventory at cost from now onâdidnât even want to charge for shipping. With a relationship like that, itâd be a shame not to make good use of it.âMiranda instantly looked a bit uneasy.She had only come up with that idea on the spur of the moment to confuse the mole inside Jovannaâs shop, which was why she had asked Brandon to play along. But the whole situation was still rather awkward, so sheâd kept the matter confined to just those within Circle Trading and Jovannaâs team. How on earth had Reginald heard about it? Miranda brooded in silence.âCircle Trading may be a kn
âGood idea!â Miranda beamed with delight and began calculating. âThis way, Jovanna will no longer have any connection to the Croyso family, and youâve never gotten along with Prince Zachary to begin withâthis is the perfect opportunity to strike him. Even if you do nothing else but stubbornly hold on to Jovannaâs shop and continue selling silk threads and ready-to-wear garments, itâll be enough to disgust Prince Zachary and the Blackwell family! But if we simply take down Broad Loft this easily, it feels like letting them off too lightly. Why not take our time and make them suffer a huge silent loss?âReginald was stunned. His eyes fixed on Miranda, burning with curiosity. âWhat do you mean?ââLord Reginald, you may not know this, but Prince Zachary didnât open Broad Loft just to run a profitable little shop,â Miranda explained, outlining Zacharyâs plan to monopolize the silk and clothes trade. âSo as long as you buy out Jovannaâs shop, youâre guaranteed to profit!âReginald had only
The people who had been caught swapping in fake goods were still being held at the Croyso estate. Miranda did want to teach Broad Loft a harsh lessonâideally, to bring them down completely. However, her father had already smashed up the estatefront of the William family and they argued in front of the king, who had then come down hard on William. In such a sensitive moment, it was not wise to make any further rash moves.Especially considering that Broad Loft was backed by the Blackwell family. Prince Zachary had grand ambitionsâhe wanted to monopolize the entire silk and garment trade in the capital. Jovanna was already a thorn in his side. If they forced Broad Loft to collapse entirely, it would surely enrage Prince Zachary beyond measure.And frankly, angering Zachary over a single shop just wasnât worth it.So once the full situation came to light, both her father and aunt agreedâthere was no point in provoking Zachary further. Better to tolerate it if possible. Besides, her auntâ