The Ruined Heiress's Deal With The Regent

Chapter 4

Word Count: 842 | Released on: 17/06/2026

the hunting lodg

e captive spirits. The heavy oak doors were shut, sealing them in. The only sounds w

in all but name-a figure of cold, silent judgment. Ga

't on trial; she was a witness, perhaps more. Lydia knelt on the co

amian commanded, his voice

ng on his neck. His face, already pale, turned ashen when he saw the Prince Regent seated before hi

to the floor

a glacier, settled on

ess! Lady Lydia's personal maid! She gave me a purse

time, the place, the instructi

g! I've never seen this man in my life! He a

. "Your Highness, my cousin's memory seems to be failing her. Perhaps if

yes toward Gavin. It was enough. The captain

ry pop from the fire made Lydia jump. Each pass

ling, but when she saw Lydia and Jed kneeling under the Regent's cold stare, her co

ven wait to

Faye wailed, her face streaked with tears. "She said if Lady Elara

ayment, every sordid detail. And then cam

rvor in the wine, to make sure

n changed. His eyes, which had been cold and distant, sharpened with sudde

A poison that bu

e forest... they weren't an attack. They were an antidote. Sh

been repulsive, had felt like salvation. The

nspiracy was exposed, every thread lea

ed, replaced by a bitter, desperate attack. She glared fiercely at Sloane, her eyes filled wit

erest in her pathetic motives. He cared only for the facts: his authority

cefully, until she stood over her cousin. Her shad

Sloane's eyes. Only a

she said, her voic

've won? Even if I'm punished, you're still unclean! He'll never mar

at was somehow more terrifying than any shout.

her voice a silken threat. "You've

is for His Highness to decide. And you? Yo

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Alfred History

“Elara carried a dormant second self-Sloane, forged from a year of border warfare after cousin Lydia sold her into slavery. Rescued and amnesiac, Elara forgot it all-until Lydia's poison shattered her gentle host, unleashing the soldier. But she barely had time to reclaim her dark instincts before a grimy groundskeeper lunged at her in the dark woods. Her sweet, smiling cousin Lydia hadn't just poisoned her with the deadly Scarlet Heat toxin. Lydia had paid this man to defile her, wanting Elara's reputation completely annihilated before the poison finally stopped her heart. As the agonizing heat threatened to cook Sloane's brain, Lydia burst into the clearing with a crowd of royal guards and exquisitely dressed nobles. "Oh, Elara! How could you? With a common servant. Have you no shame?" Lydia played the horrified sister perfectly, weeping and screaming about Elara's unimaginable depravity. In the eyes of the disgusted onlookers, Elara's already-tarnished reputation was dead and buried. She was meant to die an agonizing death as a ruined pariah, while Lydia stepped over her corpse to take her place as the Prince Regent's fiancée. It was a flawless, vicious trap designed to destroy a helpless noble girl. But Lydia didn't know that the soul inside Elara's body was a battle-hardened soldier. And she certainly didn't know that the "common servant" Sloane had just desperately kissed to survive the poison wasn't the groundskeeper. The crowd's whispers died instantly as the man in the shadows stepped forward, his glacial eyes sweeping over them. It was Damian Sinclair, the terrifying Prince Regent himself, whom Lydia had just accused of being a lowly servant engaged in filth. Sloane crossed her arms, a cold, mocking smile touching her lips as she watched her cousin collapse in terror. The real show was just beginning.”