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The Neglected Heiress: Now Watch Me Rule

The Neglected Heiress: Now Watch Me Rule

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1273    |    Released on: Today at 13:44

Sanch

o Ukrae you will rot in the border barra

ther's voice cut throug

ll hit

septic mixed with expensive o

amps, my hands resting flat against the dark o

ers wer

loused from sword grip

od pooling benea

through my ribcage, burning my flesh to ash fro

as

oon the magistrate finalized the dissolution of my par

ucien Kowalski tapped his s

nked in rhythmic,

t my half-sis

hair woven with fragile white ribbons

n for family severance," the magistrate droned,

s of imperial vellum stamped

s, the daughters of blood must declare their allegia

did not

ve a delicate, p

in her pale blue eyes before spi

small hands clutching the ro

pered, her voice crackin

Conrad. The Kowalski barracks are my home. Whatever h

fectly pitched to echo off t

d, weathered

ed his cold gray eyes as he pa

e warmer than anything I had ever

s its own. You will never

and the warmth vanished as

were fl

his fingers drumming onc

e the magistrate's time with

d at Ka

her lashes, a sliver of

een in my past life to earn ev

nt years breaking my bones in the military academy just to

been an execut

t lower

ked wooden chair, letting my

my mothe

quiet room like a heav

d, his quill hoverin

g finger froze

ulled together

d you ju

and so is yours," I replied,

house upon parental separation. I choose Lady Elena S

ed, her mouth

ated sorrow vanished,

not in he

e like a burden, and to isolate me under the Kowalski ro

red his throat, peering over h

a forfeits your claim to any Kowalski militar

rely aware

ord

onto the table, rattling

nd!" he roared, veins

oman? She abandoned you to marry into Beaumont wealth! Y

ious glare wi

rked to death, Father. The law gives me this

facing the sharply dressed woman s

oat bearing the silver fal

ve had been silent until n

er ready, Advo

isfaction ignited in

folder toward her and dip

We need only your signature to finaliz

cratched my name across the rough

od up so fast her chair

ble, grabbing my wrist w

sed under her breath, her fa

will never look at you! You will

ne by one, squeezing her thumb back

scraps, Katharina," I whisp

rracks. Let us see how warm they

t her without

d behind me, his voice ec

't you dare come crawling back wh

hamber clicked shut behind m

e me, leading the way toward the

air of Vorrath Keep hit m

of the city stretched t

d me a travel pass

at the south gate, Lady A

ounted every day u

pass and he

d against the cobb

ancing over

of the stone portico, her delicat

de was gone, replaced

uthing the words t

ll regr

not

her and stepped in

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The Neglected Heiress: Now Watch Me Rule
The Neglected Heiress: Now Watch Me Rule
“In my past life, I spent twenty years breaking my bones just to earn a single scrap of my father's approval. I gave my brother the military strategies that bought his captaincy, and accepted a hollow betrothal to a noble heir to secure the Kowalski family's power. But when the vampire legions shattered the border, my family volunteered me as a sacrifice. They shipped me to the front lines in an unarmored wagon, telling the imperial court I wanted to be a martyr. I fought with broken blades until my palms were shredded to the bone, desperately waiting for my brother Dominic's cavalry to relieve the gatehouse. When he finally walked into the blood-soaked courtyard, his sword was perfectly clean. "Your death is worth far more to the Kowalski name than your life ever was, little sister," he smiled. Then, he drove a dragonblood spike straight through my chest. As I burned to ash from the inside out, I realized my half-sister had planned to steal my fiancé all along, and my father had traded my corpse for a political seat. I had worked like a pack mule for a family that viewed me as nothing but disposable cattle. Opening my eyes, the phantom pain vanished, replaced by the smell of oiled leather and old parchment. I was back in the twentieth year of my life, sitting in the mediation chamber for my parents' divorce. "Sign the document, Arlene," my father barked, expecting me to pledge my loyalty to his household once again. I didn't lower my head to beg this time. I leaned back in my chair, looked him dead in the eye, and chose my mother.”