I Came Back To Break His Bond

The scandal broke at Lady Whitmore's birthday banquet. Adrian Whitmore, heir to the March of Whitmore, was caught in a private chamber with a woman. Mother, Vivian and I are nearly engaged. We love each other. This was a mistake made in passion. Please go to House Sennel and formally seek her hand. One sentence turned me into a whore. Soon, the capital buzzed with it. The Chancellor's daughter had been found halfdressed with the Whitmore urn at his mother's own banquet. It didn't matter how many times I said I hadn't been there; no one believed me. The whispers became a roar. I couldn't walk through the capital without feeling it. I drank poison and died. Adrian stood in front of my tombstone and placed a bouquet of white lilies inside. Vivian. I needed someone to take the blame Lily is low born if anyone found out about us she'd have had nowhere to go I didn't think you'd actually kill yourself over a few rumors. Consider this an apology. If there's a next life. I'll make it up to you. He gave Lily a new identity and married her. They had children; they were happy. Overnight, my parents' hair turned completely gray on account of me, and they both died of illness within a handful of years. I opened my eyes and found myself reborn on the afternoon of Mrs. Whitmore's birthday party. In this life, I will change everything and never let the same thing happen again.

A woman's reputation is everything. Surely you know that. If I hadn't come today, if Princess Charlene hadn't personally invited me this morning, would your little performance have ruined me completely? Vivian, you said you weren't feeling well, you weren't coming. So you knew I wouldn't be here, and you chose today on purpose. Who is she? Why is she using my name? What were the two of you planning? Lady Whitmore stood at the door, her face the color of ash. My lady. You've known me since I was a child. My parents are away; there's no one to stand up for me. Please help me. I sank toward the floor, but several of the ladies caught me before my knees touched. You'll have justice, Vivian. Lady Margaret, the Duchess of Warwick, drew herself to her full height and fixed Lady Whitman with a look that could have cut glass. Your son was caught in a compromising situation at your own event. And then he used an innocent girl's name to cover it. Do you have an explanation. my lady? Princess Charlotte raised her voice. Vivian, don't be afraid. I'll speak to Queen Isabella personally.

Heard the Whitmore heir was caught in one of the back rooms with a woman at his own mother's banquet? Who would do something like that? Shameless, absolutely shameless. The guests all headed towards Adrian's room on the second floor. I joined the crowd, stood on my toes, peered over someone's shoulder. What's happening, I asked, keeping my voice light and curious. The women around me turned, then they screamed, "Vivian, you're here, but you're supposed to be in there if you're out here. "Then who is that? Every head turned back toward the open door. Adrian's face went white. He had counted on my absence. I'd sent a note the day before, a cold, a regret I wouldn't be attending. He had built his entire plan around that note. In my first life, I hadn't been there. I'd been sick for days and heard nothing until it was already everywhere. Adrian's version of events spreading the capital like fire. This time I had come early, Princess Charlotte leaned toward me with a sharp smile. The air just announced that the woman in his arms was you, said he was planning to write how single tomorrow to seek your hand. I stepped forward, she's also named Vivian Sinclair, I called out loud enough for everyone to hear what exactly is the meaning of this, why are you using my name in front of half the capital?

Lady Whitmore was sweating; she took my hands and pulled me close. My darling girl, this was all Adrian's fault. I'll make him apologize properly. Drag that woman out. The maids moved, and the woman was hauled from behind Adrian, halfdressed. Her face came into the light. Lily Carter was the daughter of Lady Whitmore's friend. She was taken in by the Whitmore family after her parents passed away. Help me! She crawled to Lady Whitmore's feet. "Please, please! I didn't seduce him. We love each other. I don't need a title. I'll be a servant. I'll be anything. Just let me stay with him. " "You're barely a relation. I took you in out of pity, and this is what you do in my house. ". You're no family of mine. mother. She has nowhere to go; it was my fault. I had too much to drink. Please, just let her stay as a mistress. Vivian, dear, you'll be the rightful lady of the entire clan one day. You shall have the final say in this matter.