The Jilted Elf Heiress And Her Revenge

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nd banquet to welcome him home, only to watch him walk in with Birgitta Rush, a female Warlord, her arm wrapped intimat

fungal walls, snickering behind her sleeve. "Thought she was some high-born noble

the stem of my crystal wine goblet

e man I had waited

y, carrying a pathetic sense of disbelief even to my own ears. "Exactly one year ago,

furrowed his brows, a flash of impatience crossing his gra

foul stench of demon blood, looking

by side with me in the mud. We have a soul resonance that a fragile woman l

keep your title as first matron, and you

d in my eyes, and my heart felt like it was

ther's Silverdew to boost your ego? Or for making me work like a mule day and night to

agile and insecure nerves. His face flushe

vibrating through the floorboards. He dropped his voice

hty noble daughter of Clan Richardson?" h

nephew-they perished in the Abyssal hellfire! Their souls were torn apart by demon claws right inside your ancestral manor! You're the only one

a heavy warhammer po

uming my family, ripped through my mind in a frantic, agonizing

hlessly ripping it open in front of a hall full of servants

so hard that I tasted the h

d. Looking at Darryl's face, which had become hideous from sheer m

asn't worth a single drop of my tears. My entire yea

ce. She looked straight at me, speaking with a blunt, unapologetic tone. "He needs a real Warlord by his side, but I'm not a jealous woman. I'm total

atch your

enly marched into the hall supported by tw

red Tree Spirit feels so much better! You should be gratefu

re, absurd mockery washed over me, burning

? Felt

e who stayed awake for twenty hours, feeding her the diluted S

Then, I raised my arm and, with violent, resolute f

as

g glass shards and red wine flying everywhere, instantly plunging the

y gaze past Birgitta's shocked fac

was laced with a deadly, freezing calm.

his chest heaving as the reality

etting you bleed my father's legacy dry," I said, staring straight into h

d. We are done, Darryl. Don't

pushed the heavy timber doors open, and stormed out i

he very last tear I had s

rd into a solid wall o

rom falling backward. A sharp, overwhelming scent of frost, dark p

left finger suddenly burned with an inexplicable, searing

my head, the vibration traveling right through my chest,

ties that I couldn't care less. I didn't look

grip, muttered a low "Thank you,"