[A Regency Era novel, #vengeance #weaktostrong #heiress #loveaftermarriage #noblefamily #dramatic #betrayal] "Lady Blanchard," the Marquess of Canterbury announced, his voice carrying a hint of surprise as he swept off his cocked hat and handed it to the waiting butler. He then stepped into the drawing room, his eyes immediately falling upon her. The cup of tea and a plate of pastries on the coffee table suggested that she had been waiting for his arrival for some time. "What a surprise," he continued, a hint of amusement creeping into his tone. "Do you require anything from me?" "Indeed, Your Grace," Maggie replied, her voice steady despite the weight of her proposition. The Marquess's amusement vanished, replaced by a flicker of suspicion. He crossed his arms in a haughty manner, his posture demanding an explanation. "And what might that be?" he inquired, his voice laced with a cool formality. "I would like to propose," Maggie began, meeting his gaze directly, "a marriage alliance between us." -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Upon her father's untimely demise, Lady Marguerite “Maggie” Delaney Antoine Blanchard was betrayed by the man he loved, Nicholas Cunningham, and the only other relative she trusted, Nicholas' father, Lloyd Cunningham. She found much-needed support in the Marquess of Canterbury, Percival Clement Duane Locksworth, whom she did not care for due to the unfortunate nature of their first meeting, but who turned out to be the lifeline she needed to exact his revenge and regain the Countess of Huntington title. When Maggie offered the Marquess a beneficial deal in exchange for his hand in marriage, would the not-so-charming gentleman say yes? And if he did, would Maggie be able to win the claim for the Earldom of Huntington and retain it within the Blanchard family's ownership? Or would she crumble under the storm of the Marquess's gaze, his presence a churning sea threatening to engulf her whole?
Though internal strife for a peerage within a noble family was known to erupt into bloody battles, women rarely found themselves embroiled in such savagery. Therefore, Joanna and Isabella, bless their hearts, couldn't grasp the consequences of tolerating Nicholas. Not until Maggie revealed the brutal truth of what he'd done.
"Oh, Maggie, I am so sorry to hear it..." Isabella reached out and squeezed Maggie's hand. "I didn't know."
"I also didn't know," Joanna swallowed hard.
"I guess you didn't read it in a pamphlet," Maggie remarked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Yes, I do not develop the habit of disparaging anyone through gossip. But do you know that Nicholas stood by when his father, Lloyd Cunningham, chased me out of Huntington Hall by unleashing a pack of Bullmastiffs?"
Both Joanna and Isabella let out a sharp gasp.
"He did not...!" they cried out in horror.
Maggie took a deep breath and regarded them with a cool gaze.