V. Princess.

In the early morning, Baron Broke excitedly headed for the residence of Duke Alantoin, the Queen's older brother and the man behind the Black Prince and Amanda White's wedding. The old man planned to collect the remainder of the fee he would receive when his daughter was wedded to the Black Prince.

Baron Broke started making small talk when the host was in the same room as him. Duke Alantoin sat with his head bowed and legs folded, ignoring whatever words came out of the man with the thick beard. Slightly irritated at being treated with disrespect, Baron Broke immediately stated his true purpose here, "Duke Alantoin, I will take the rest of my reward, my daughter's sacrifice will cost a lot."

Duke Alantoin raised an eyebrow. “Your daughter's sacrifice? She’s died?"

Baron Broke swallowed his saliva, “N-not yet….”

"Not yet? Does that mean the Black Prince took her along?”  asked Duke Alantoin again.

Baron Broke shook his head then smiled stiffly behind his bushy beard.

“As far as I know, the Black Prince went straight to the border last night, right on his wedding night. So, which part of your daughter's sacrifice should I cherish, Baron?"  asked the host who was still sitting with his legs folded.

"Bu-but, you said if my daughter marries the Black Prince, then I will get the wealth and the title of Duke soon," Baron Broke sneered reminded him.

Duke Alantoin chuckled softly. “Who are you trying to trick me, Baron Broke? The agreement is that your daughter will die at the hands of the Black Prince or marry him 'and' live with him," said the Queen's older brother, emphasizing the word 'and' in his words.

Baron Broke stuttered. "B-but it’s the Prince who doesn't want to take my daughter along," he said confused, hoping that his defense just now would be accepted by the other person.

Duke Alantoin leaned close to Baron Broke's face. "If the prince killed your daughter or took her to his palace, then I would appreciate her sacrifice, but in fact, he didn't kill nor took your daughter along," said Duke Alantoin. "Doesn't that mean your daughter isn't attractive enough for the Prince? Or maybe your daughter is too disgusting for him to kill? And what I know is that she's not your daughter who always looks flashy at tea banquets, right?" asked the Duke sarcastically.

Baron Broke was deathly pale, his knees getting weaker as the final question from Duke Alantoin's mouth shot straight at him. ‘Damn it!  How could he know?’  thought the old man.

“You tried to trick me into trading your daughter, damn you, Baron! Hurry and leave before I take everything I've given you and your life!"

Baron Broke hastily returned to his residence. He was afraid that if he stayed in Duke Alantoin's mansion any longer, the threat he received just now would really come true. And all the way home, his fear had changed to anger that was ready to be shed on his oldest daughter, Amanda White.

“Just because that damn kid hasn't died yet, I have this kind of bad luck! Yeah, no wonder, throughout her life, she only brought bad luck to my life! If the Prince doesn't kill her then I will kill her!” He growled with a flushed face the man went straight to the castle where Amanda lived.

Slap and punch repeatedly landed on Amanda's body. This time, the torment did not come from her stepmother or stepsister but from the only person in the world who still had blood relations with her. Her biological father, Ben Broke.

“A stupid girl like you should just die!” The old man swore half drunk. "Why don't you just follow your mother?!"

"If you were born normal, surely the Prince would take you to his palace, instead of leaving you alone here," said Baron Broke, who often mentioned Amanda's weakness.

"Why didn't that damn Prince kill you?! Ah! Even he must be very disgusted to touch you while killing you! That must be the reason, not because you are lucky!” the Broke family head cursed back.

“S-sorry… sorry… D-dad… akh! I’m sorry... akh!!  Sorry ....” Only the words 'sorry' and 'sorry' and screams of pain that kept coming out of Amanda's tiny lips.

Baron Broke continued to throw other swear words at his eldest daughter. Her eyes were bloodshot while her right hand was holding a liquor bottle. The old man with diabetes looked very drunk, but his feet still kept on kicking Amanda who had been lying on the floor.

"Waiter!"  called Baron Broke harshly, before long it seemed that a servant came hastily.  “She is no longer my daughter! Now she is just one of the maids in this residence, no different from you all!”  The maid then nodded obediently fearfully.

Amanda White was unconscious when her father left the castle where she lived. The condition of the girl with white hair was very bad, her cheeks were swollen and wet from slaps and tears, her lips were also bleeding. And don't ask, her whole body was blue and bruised from punches and kicks.

The maid named Nesa shuddered when she saw the girl's condition. Amanda really looked pathetic. Nesa slowly put Amanda's head in her lap. While cleaning the traces of blood on Amanda's face, she said, "Lady, you are now a princess, the legal wife of a prince, but why would you let a Baron trample your head?"