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The Forsaken Omega's Bloody Second Chance At Revenge

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 815    |    Released on: Today at 17:46

ste

arden. The evening air was cool, rustling

iant beauty I had never seen in my past life. But that didn

t hold back. I stepped into her personal s

. You deliberately bypassed me, going straight to the elders to move the Mating date up.

her desperation to marry me. Instead, she looked at me as if

repeated, her voice lac

age faster. But let me make one thing clear: I am an Alpha. No one forces me to do anything. If you

laughed. It wasn't a sweet, nervous laugh. It was

?" she said, shaking her head as if witnessing a spectacu

a physical blow. "What i

deadly calm, "that since you feel so trapped,

thought I h

peace. She was here to

two bottomless pools; for the first tim

my voice turned cold. "Do you

interest in you, or in your Sullivan family. This marriage was a mi

en up almost everything to marry me.

ad done to her in the vision, and I was trying to compensate he

er wrist, my grip so tight it made her frown. "Take

en from the pain, to c

t me, her eyes filled with a disg

aid, the words

and saying a few harsh words can threaten me? You're too naive. The Mati

of panic or regret on

o have forgotten. I am not just a Harrington daughter. I am the sole heir to t

knife, striking me exac

lth, the Sullivan family's stan

nly become so clear-

n from the gentle, submissive, and so

ling her hand free and taking a step back, pu

ingly firm, as if no

ven realize I was doing it. My thumb found the signet ring on my left hand, twisting it vio

nd. She stared at the twisting ring, and a flash

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The Forsaken Omega's Bloody Second Chance At Revenge
The Forsaken Omega's Bloody Second Chance At Revenge
“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."”