Today marks my second marriage to the very man who despises my imperial lineage. Playing the role of the perfect, helpless bride—frail, impoverished, and obedient—I’ve taken over the life of Gabriella Nashert, a character so detestable she infuriated readers with her infamous “three-piece combo.” To avoid the grim fate written for her, I struck a deal with Ernst Esqes, the formidable Grand Duke of the North, binding us in a marriage of convenience.
Our three years together, far removed from the chaos of the original story, were unexpectedly tender. Yet, despite the fleeting happiness, my story still ended in tragedy. With my dying breath, I whispered a plea: “If fate brings us together again, marry me once more.” But when I opened my eyes anew, I discovered the cruel twist—I had been reborn as the daughter of the very family responsible for my demise.
Now, trapped in the body of my enemy’s kin, I must navigate a world where trust is fragile and vengeance lurks in every shadow. The man I once loved now sees me as the embodiment of his hatred, and the future I thought I knew is unraveling before me. Can I rewrite destiny a second time, or is history doomed to repeat itself?
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