دانلود رمان انگلیسی “نامزدی بسیار خوشحال کننده برای اسلایم دوک و بانوی نجیب فالن” – جلد سوم

I, Francette de Blanchard, second daughter of Duke Mercœur, had my life take a dramatic turn when Crown Prince Mael rescinded his engagement to my older sister, Adele, on the groundless accusation that she had insulted his mistress. My sister was banished from the country, and our family fell into ruin. My sister immediately left for the neighboring country, where our mother had formerly been an imperial princess. The crown prince there fell in love with her, and they got married, making her the crown princess. No one objected—not when she’d already overcome the strict training required to become queen. The two of them made a good couple. However, that wasn’t the story’s happy ending. My mother and sister invited me to go to the Empire with them, but I declined. There, I knew I’d have a stabler life, and people would treat me with respect. But if a similar incident were to happen, throwing my position into jeopardy again, I would suffer the same pain. “Duke Mercœur’s daughter,” “the former princess’s daughter,” “the crown prince’s sister-in-law”—it hurt to be evaluated based on titles alone, as if no one saw me for who I truly was. I decided that I would rather support myself even if it meant being impoverished, so I stayed in the country with my father, and we lived together in a one-story house in the old part of town. Cooking, cleaning, laundry—all these chores used to be left to servants, and none of them went well when they became my responsibility. I would accidentally buy spoiled vegetables, eat undercooked meat and give myself an upset stomach, or slip on the wet floor after scrubbing it. There were many days when I felt depressed because everything was going wrong. Meanwhile, my father was good at getting by—every day, he would go from one mistress to the next, living under their care. This worked in my favor, because if I had to take care of my father while already struggling just to survive by myself, I probably would’ve lost all hope. I was secretly grateful for his mistresses.