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Delia's life was a cruel reality: the neglected and abused illegitimate daughter of a noble family, the Ellington family,  she yearned for the love of her stepmother, Baroness Augusta, and younger sister, Lady Anne, who relentlessly mistreated her. 

Her world crumbled when she discovered a double betrayal: her beloved husband, Lord George had secretly pined for Anne, marrying Delia only to be near her sister. Simultaneously, her step mother framed her for a crime Anne committed. 

Overwhelmed and heartbroken, Delia's attempt to escape a death sentence led to a fatal carriage accident.

But death was not the end. Delia awoke one year in the past, finding herself still engaged to George. This was her second chance, and the naive girl was gone, replaced by a woman consumed by a burning desire for revenge. Her first target: Duke Eric Carson, the powerful and wealthy man her sister Anne desperately pursued.

Delia boldly approached Eric with a proposition for a contract marriage. To her surprise, Eric agreed, but with a condition: their fake marriage would become real and they can go their separate way after a year, hiding his own secret agenda. Now, armed with Eric's unexpected devotion and his willingness to lay down his life for her, Delia meticulously begins to dismantle her family's world. With Eric's help, she exposes the secrets they hide, manipulates their desires, and turns them against each other, orchestrating George’s demotion, Anne's downfall and seizing everything her sister coveted, including Duke Eric love and obsession.

Will Delia and Eric be able to conquer all odds to get what they want? What happens when Eric doesn’t want their contract marriage to end? What happens when the last petal that indicates her second chance falls?

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EXCPRET 


“I can’t return your feelings, your grace,” Delia whispered, her back against the cool wall.

“But I can,” Eric murmured, stepping closer.

Delia’s voice trembled. “It’s not the same.” She choked out. “ No one can love me without hurting me.”

“Then teach me,” he said, his breath warm on her cheek. “Teach me how to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I’m a quick study.”

When she stayed silent, he sighed contentedly, a soft smile playing on his lips.

 “It’s alright. Just… use me. Anything you need. if you want money, ask the treasury, take as much money that’s needed. if you want power, use my name. if you want security and love, use my body.”

 His breath warmed her skin, his chest rose and fell with hers. "As long as it's from you, I'm happy."

Reborn: The Duke’s Obsession

The air in the gambling ring was thick and heavy, a soupy mixture of cigar smoke, spilled wine, and noise. The low-ceilinged room was dimly lit by flickering oil lamps that cast long, dancing shadows on the walls. The only sharp sounds were the clinking of gold coins, the soft slap of cards on felt tables, and the low, constant murmur of voices, which buzzed like a nest of angry bees.

And today, the bees were buzzing around one person in particular: Lord George Pembroke.

He sat at a card table in the center of the room, though he wished he could melt into the shadows. Every time he looked up, he felt their eyes on him. Stares filled with pity, with scorn, with morbid curiosity. The rumors about his broken engagement with Delia Ellington had spread through the city's underbelly like wildfire.

"Poor fellow," a man at a nearby table muttered to his companion, just loud enough for George to hear. "To be jilted so publicly. She must be a cold-hearted one."

Chapter Twenty Nine