I Married Him for Points

"I'm terribly sorry my champagne found your face so magnetic, Captain."

Theodore Ashford does not get angry. No - he smiles. Slow. Amused. Dangerous.

"No apology necessary, Lady Cruelton. In fact, I insist you join us for dinner next week. I find you... fascinating."

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Beatrice Whitmore died once already.

She wakes up inside a 1940s romance novel - not as the heroine, but as the infamous purple-haired villainess destined for scandal, disgrace, and an early grave. Everyone hates Lady Cruelton.

Which is perfect.

Because survival comes with rules.