[Completed] If you spot a typo or have an issue with the plot, feel free to comment and I’ll fix it right away.
In my past life, I took a knife meant for my family and was gravely wounded, earning the Marquis’s household a life of splendor in return. After three years of recuperating, I came home to find my cousin had taken my courtyard, stolen my loved ones, and snatched away my childhood sweetheart. My whole family joined forces to send me to my death!
For eighteen years, my soul drifted about and watched them get what they deserved. Then I opened my eyes and found myself reborn. This time, I smiled coldly and clutched my trump card. Turning around, I knelt before the regent’s horse. “I’ll be your princess consort in public and your servant in private. Please, Your Highness, protect me!”
He pinched my chin and smiled. “Granted.”
From then on, the Marquis’s household was turned upside down. My cousin disfigured? Serves her right! My brother lost his power? Just deserts! My mother confined to her quarters? How satisfying!
But Your Highness… We agreed I’d fake my death and slip away. Why are you tearing up the contract?
