Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent

Lady Rose Adam sat in front of her vanity, her lips pursed in irritation as her maid brushed through her golden hair.

The idea that she—Lady Rose—had to seduce someone she had already rejected made her stomach churn with disgust.

She crossed her arms and let out a dramatic sigh.

"This is insulting. I was the one who cast that useless noble aside. And now, Father expects me to go crawling back to him? Unbelievable!"

She muttered, her tone dripping with disdain.

Her maid, a woman named Clarisse who had served her for years, gave a sympathetic nod.

"My lady, you are absolutely right. It is unjust that you should have to lower yourself for someone beneath you."

She agreed, her voice smooth and filled with devotion.

Rose felt validated by her maid’s words, and a pleased smile curled on her lips.

"Exactly. Why should I be the one to chase him when he should be grateful that I ever looked at him in the first place?"

Clarisse shook her head.

"It is because men do not appreciate what they have until it’s gone, my lady. Lord Kyle Armstrong must have realized his mistake, and now he seeks to elevate himself by latching onto the Grand Duchess."

Rose scoffed at the thought, though deep inside, it stung.

’Kyle should have come crawling back to me first.’

But instead, he had moved on—to someone far more powerful. That realization left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Enough of this. Prepare a dress for me. I’ll be attending Lady Genevieve’s tea party."

Rose said, flicking her hand dismissively.

Clarisse smiled knowingly.

"A wise decision, my lady. You will show them all that you remain unmatched in beauty and status."

With renewed determination, Rose allowed herself to be pampered.

Clarisse selected a pastel pink dress embroidered with delicate pearls, the very image of elegance.

Rose adorned herself with matching jewelry, ensuring that no one could find a single flaw in her appearance.

Once she was satisfied with how she looked, she left for the tea party.

The moment Lady Rose arrived, the ladies greeted her with practiced smiles and polite nods.

The maid who led her to her seat, however, had an unusual glint in her eyes, as though she were suppressing a smirk.

Rose narrowed her eyes.

’What is she smirking about?’

She gracefully took her seat, only to find herself immediately surrounded by excited whispers.

The conversation of the tea party had one central topic—the Grand Duchess’s engagement.

"Oh, did you hear? The Grand Duchess has chosen Kyle Armstrong as her fiancé!"

One lady gasped, fanning herself dramatically.

"Unbelievable! Who would have thought she would settle for him?"

Another giggled.

Rose forced a laugh, pretending to be unbothered.

"Well, I certainly don’t care. After all, I was the one who discarded him."

Her words were smooth, confident. But then, Lady Ruri, known for her sharp tongue, leaned in with a smirk.

"Discarded him, you say? Or perhaps… you were the one discarded?"

Lady Ruri’s voice carried a teasing edge.

The laughter that followed was like a slap to Rose’s pride. Her face burned with humiliation, her grip tightening around her teacup.

She wanted to snap back, to wipe the smirk off Lady Ruri’s face—but no matter what she said, she would only look desperate.

So instead, she forced a tight smile and remained silent for the rest of the tea party, ignoring the knowing looks sent her way.

The moment she returned to her room, she threw her gloves onto the floor in rage.

"How dare they laugh at me?! Me! Lady Rose Adam!"

She seethed, pacing furiously.

Clarisse remained calm, watching her lady’s outburst with a knowing expression.

"They are simply jealous of your position, my lady. It is their loss for underestimating you."

She soothed.

Rose clenched her fists.

"I will not let them have the last laugh. I’ll seduce Kyle Armstrong back and show the Grand Duchess that she is nothing compared to me."

Clarisse smiled approvingly.

"A brilliant plan, my lady. Lord Armstrong was once yours—he will fall for you again."

Rose smirked.

"Not only will I make him want me again, but when I do, I will publicly reject him. I will humiliate him the way he has humiliated me."

Her eyes gleamed with determination. She would not be laughed at. She would not be overshadowed.

Kyle Armstrong would come crawling back to her.

And when he did, she would be the one to discard him.

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After his meeting with Grand Duchess Amanda, Kyle returned to his assigned chambers, feeling at ease for the first time in a while.

Not long after, the Grand Duchess’s butler arrived to deliver a message.

"The Grand Duchess has instructed me to inform you that the engagement papers will be ready for your signature tomorrow morning, Lord Armstrong. Until then, you are free to enjoy the estate as you please."

The butler said with a respectful bow.

Kyle simply nodded.

"Understood."

The butler bowed once more and left the room, leaving Kyle alone with his thoughts.

’A formal engagement, huh?’

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He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He still wasn’t sure how things ended up like this, but the deal had enough benefits for him to not refuse.

Rather than dwell on it, he decided to make the most of his free time. And for Kyle, that meant training his subordinates.

Before dinner, Kyle summoned Bruce and Melissa to his chambers for their daily training session. The two entered the room, their expressions tense.

Kyle, always perceptive, immediately noticed their hesitation. He leaned back against the chair, arms crossed.

"You both want to ask me something. Stop holding back and just ask."

Bruce exchanged a quick glance with Melissa before stepping forward. He hesitated for only a second before speaking.

"Young Master, are you… serious about this engagement?"

Melissa tensed beside him, her hands curling into fists.

Kyle met Bruce’s gaze calmly.

"Yes, I am. But don’t misunderstand—it’s just a contract. A political arrangement. Nothing more."

Bruce frowned, clearly unconvinced.

"Even so, an engagement is an engagement, Young Master. Are you really sure about this?"

Kyle smirked.

"I wouldn’t have agreed if I wasn’t."

Bruce looked like he wanted to say more, but he held his tongue. He had served Kyle long enough to know that once his young master made a decision, there was no changing it.

Melissa, on the other hand, remained silent. But inside, she was burning.

’Why does it have to be her?’

She knew Kyle well.

He wasn’t the type to get involved in meaningless entanglements, yet here he was, engaged to the powerful Grand Duchess. And worst of all, she couldn’t do anything about it.

’She’s stronger, more powerful… But I won’t lose forever.’

Melissa gritted her teeth.

She knew she couldn’t compete with the Grand Duchess now, but she vowed to herself.

’One day, I will make Young Master fall for me.’