From Bed Substitute to His Brother’s Bride

For three years, she warmed her mistress’s husband in the dark. When she asked for a real place, he laughed. “You’re just a maid.”So she threw herself at the Dowager’s feet and begged to marry her dying son. A Deathbed Bride. Locked in a convent forever? Everyone called her mad.But that dying man was the true heir. And his cold, beautiful eyes held something her master never gave her: respect.They want to trap her again. This time, she’s playing for herself.

For three years, she warmed her mistress’s husband in the dark. When she asked for a real place, he laughed. “You’re just a maid.”So she threw herself at the Dowager’s feet and begged to marry her dying son. A Deathbed Bride. Locked in a convent forever? Everyone called her mad.But that dying man was the true heir. And his cold, beautiful eyes held something her master never gave her: respect.They want to trap her again. This time, she’s playing for herself.