The Neglected Heiress: Now Watch Me Rule

Chapter 4

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ing gaze, I showed not an ounce of fear or anger. Inste

of art. "Good heavens. Is this a sacred tradition of House Beaumont? It is trul

or a split second before puffing out her chest with greater arroga

ined in military forts and know nothing of noble etiquette. This ritual must be incredibly delicate, is

ly. She shot me a disdainful glance.

n might I beg you to demonstrate it for me? I wish to learn the

e. I knew better than anyone the weight t

e had only come to humiliate me on Weston's orders

he most senior, most respected housekeeper in the entire manor. Your demonstrat

r eyes fixed squarely on her. Cornered by her own pride

haughtily. "A noble ritual like this is likely o

and lifted her foot to step over the brazi

leg hung suspended in midair-her body at its most u

e toe of her newly planted shoe. "M

et that was precisely what made it effecti

caught off guard, her head jerked downward,

eflex to steady herself, her right hand slammed st

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anor's quiet courtyard. The stench of bur

ho had stood above everyone seconds earlier now lay crumpled on the

with tearful urgency in my voice. "Mrs. Perkins! What has happen

s if I were the frightened, innocent young lady overwhe

ed to assist Mrs. Perkins, others sprinted

ding voice boomed from the manor st

n stood overlooking us, a carved cane in her hand and silver hair

housekeeper before settling heavily on m

timidity, lowering my head as

ed crisp orders to the servants. "Remove Perkins to her quarters

lly to me, her tone unreadable, neith

The title was both courteous and intimate, b

correct my address. She simply nodded and turned toward the

ome inside. The te

I had not merely passed this

ound. With Clara at my side, I lifted my chin and ste

tare piercing into my back from one of the second-floor

was officia

did not

had only

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“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.”