Revenge Of The Reborn Northern Duke

1.

The wedding was nearly over, and the hall fell quiet. All eyes turned toward the stunning couple.

For an entire month, it had been all anyone could talk about: Theodore, the kingdom’s most notorious simp, was finally going to marry his dream girl, Princess Lily!

"I still can't believe Lily actually strung him along for a whole year and turned down dozens of his confessions.” Someone sighed softly, “Theodore is the sole heir to the Guardian of the North—isn't she afraid of overplaying her hand?"

"Overplaying her hand? Please! You have no idea—the more she rejects him, the harder Theodore simps for her. Last time, just to hold her hand once, he even gave her a Masterwork weapon worth millions!"

"Good heavens, isn't that a divine weapon even Rank-7 masters would fight tooth and nail for? Lily is just the King's illegitimate daughter—how dare she turn down something so precious?"

"Who said she turned it down?! She only rejected his confession, not his gifts! Where else do you think all the luxury gear on her came from? Whenever Theodore gave her a gift, she just snatched it right up! In return, she’d treat him warmly for a spell, enticing him to keep the gifts coming!"

"Oh my god, I am so jealous of Lily! why can't I ever meet a man as generous and foolish as Theodore?"

Just then, the priest cleared his throat.

“Theodore Cordova, now place the ring on Princess Lily’s ring finger and you shall be lawfully wedded.”

The guests immediately let out sighs of disappointment as the matter headed toward its foregone conclusion. 

Because Theodore’s social standing and family backing were vastly superior to Lily’s, there was always someone warning her to either stop stringing poor Theodore along or just accept his confession.

And since Lily refused to part with even a fraction of the mountain of outrageously expensive gifts she had received, her only way out was to marry Theodore—and finally let him have her.

Which meant that the next day, they wouldn't get to hear the entertaining tale of how Lily had once again wiped the floor with the heir to the North.

However, suddenly...

“That’s enough!” cried Lily, roughly fending off the diamond ring, causing it to roll down the steps of the altar.

“Enough of these foolish rituals! I am now legally Theodore’s wife, and that is all any of you need to know.

But hear this! No matter how many lavish gifts Theodore showers upon me, no matter how noble his station may be, none of it will ever change my heart. I will never love him—my heart belongs to Gerald, and Gerald alone!”

Without hesitation, Lily stepped down from the altar and walked straight over to Gerald Ford, the Prime Minister’s son, who was already standing in the front row with a smug smile.

“From now on, I’ll spend the rest of this wedding with him, not with a disgusting man like Theodore!”

Everyone present was utterly stunned. 

No one could have anticipated that Lily, far from knowing her place, would brazenly cheat on him with her lover right at the wedding!

The vicar himself fell silent, the holy book suspended in mid-air, unsure whether to continue or halt the ceremony.

Gerald grinned broadly, then glared at Theodore with a look of triumph as he pulled Lily closer by the waist.

“Forgive me, Theodore. I’m taking your bride. She’s not good enough for you.”

Gerald kissed Lily on the cheek and looked at Theodore with utter contempt.

The pair turned and strolled leisurely towards the east wing corridor, heading for the private chamber that was meant to be Theodore’s wedding chamber.

The hall fell dead silent. Then, every eye turned toward Theodore.

Your wife just ran off with another man right at your wedding! No matter how big of a simp you are, surely you have to be furious now!

But Theodore disappointed them all. He simply stood dazed, gazing hollowly down the hallway, completely detached. It was as if the bride who had just bolted belonged to someone else entirely.

This, of course, caused the entire hall to erupt in jeers.

“Good heavens, look at him! His fiancée has run off with another man, and he’s standing there like a statue!” exclaimed a nobleman in the front row, no longer even bothering to whisper.

“He really went and did it; he just redefined rock bottom for simps everywhere!”

"Now I finally know why Lily chose to marry Theodore—because he's willing to be a pathetic cuckold even after the wedding!"

Sarcastic laughter echoed throughout the room. One countess even shook her head with an expression of disgust. 

No one knew that, at that very moment, Theodore’s eyes were trembling slightly, then constricted sharply.

He gasped for air like a drowning man breaking the surface, only for his breath to seize again the moment he took in the sight before him.

‘Where am I?’ His mind went completely blank. ‘Haven’t I already died?’

Why had he suddenly been transported back to the day of his wedding to Lily?

Before his mind could grasp what was happening, a sudden, piercing pain throbbed fiercely inside his head.

"Argh..." He clutched his head in agony. Suddenly, memories came flooding back like a tidal wave.

He was Theodore Corvoda, the sole heir to the Guardian of the North.

His father was an Eighth-Rank warrior who commanded the dreaded Northern Legion, a man who had once saved the reigning king during a nationwide rebellion.

He had three elder sisters, each hailed as an Iron Wolf of the North.

The Corvoda family commanded the respect of all…

Until he came along.

Theodore, a promising young heir, had his mind twisted and controlled by a vicious, grasping woman.

Lily, an illegitimate daughter, was utterly worthless without him; her only conceivable end was a forced political marriage abroad.

Yet when Theodore saved her, she took his sacrifices as her birthright, playing with his heart and shamelessly leading him on.

She even betrayed him with Gerald, son of the Hand of the King, claiming Gerald was her soulmate while framing Theodore as pure evil!

Worse, once married, she conspired with Gerald and his household servants to slowly poison him. Drained of strength and sanity, he became the capital's favorite joke.

Ultimately, House Corvoda fell, and he was thrown onto the cold streets to be mauled to death by stray dogs!

But now……

Theodore’s heart pounded violently.

Am I… really alive again?

Theodore stared at his own hands—hands that showed absolutely no signs of a hunting dog’s bite, no poison slowly seeping through his veins. 

His gaze fell upon the magnificent wedding hall.

So… he really had returned.

Was this redemption?

Or a final test?

Either way, he would not repeat the same mistake.

This time, Lily Spencer and Gerald Ford would not destroy the Corvoda family.

It was Theodore who would write the ending to their story!