The Forsaken Omega's Bloody Second Chance At Revenge

Chapter 4

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ss. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth,

Her fiancé had recently passed away, and she played

of my true annoyance wasn't Blaire; it was Ellery Harrington. Her venomous cur

a great deal. She had bled herself dry for my family. So now, in reality, I had decided to

ior lately was com

deliberately moved the engagement date up to today. She knows you're busy... isn't it a bit manipul

ery had bypassed me entirely, finalizing the date with the elders while I was away. It was a

it all. There were no regrets left regarding Blaire. This time, I didn't want to repeat the same messy affair. I wouldn't marry Blaire. E

pensate Blaire for her current

s. As for you, Blaire, you've suffered a loss. I've arranged a substantial allowance for you. I already sen

led greed, though she tried to look humb

llery in her place. She needed to understand t

endant rushed in, his face pale wi

nds as you ordered, but I was turned away! All of our family's financial

to believe what I was he

est authority as the heir to the Kensington family

.. She

ger, but a sense of absurdi

. This was an attack on the very fo

slipping. "Auggie, what... what's go

ce inside me peaked. A woman who only cared about money,

pha aura flaring. Blaire fl

elf what Ellery Harrington was playing at. Did she really think she

a. The game she was tryin

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The Forsaken Omega's Bloody Second Chance At Revenge

Jun Wen Werewolf

“I exhausted my life force and my mother's vast fortune to complete the sacred Weaving ritual with my husband, Auguste. But as I lay dying in a freezing room, reduced to skin and bones, I heard cheerful laughter outside. Dragging myself to the window, I saw Auguste holding his mistress, Blaire, and tossing their young son into the air. He brushed the snow off her shoulder with a tenderness he had never once shown me. As my soul finally left my ruined body, I hovered near them and heard Blaire ask when she could be the true mistress of the manor. Auguste held her close and promised that once I was out of the way, she would be his one and only soulmate. He planned to use my family's immense wealth and my stolen life to build a perfect future for his secret family. I had given him my heritage, my love, and my very breath, only to be treated as a disposable stepping stone. Why did my absolute devotion earn me nothing but cruel betrayal and a lonely, agonizing death? My intense hatred tore through the fabric of time. Opening my eyes again, I was twenty years old, a week before our Weaving ceremony. I calmly took off my family signet ring and handed it to my maid. "Tell the steward to freeze all funds for the Sullivan family immediately. Not a single coin is to be moved."”