Lahat ng Kabanata ng HER DAUGHTER'S REJECTED MATE : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

ASHES OF THE CROWNThe Secret HourThe moonlight bled silver across the ancient stones of the southern tower, where no soul dared wander after nightfall. The sentries were long dismissed, and the final torch had flickered out. But one cloaked figure slipped through the corridors like smoke, heart hammering as if it could betray her intent.Ceres.She had waited long enough. Days had passed since she found the sketch hidden in the corner of the archives—a drawing of the Wolf Crown with bloodstains smeared across the parchment and the bracelet Xavier always wore inked with eerie precision beside it. The same drawing that matched the strange symbols engraved on the inside of the glove he never removed.Everything screamed of secrets buried deep.And she was done pretending not to hear the call of them.She paused just outside the chamber door where Xavier often retired after council meetings. Her hand hesitated over the latch. She wasn’t just confronting a man tonight—she was confronting

WHISPER IN THE MARBLE HALL.  The Torn Page Ceres: (murmuring as she flips through the old ledger) "Come on, come on… there has to be something here." She sat hunched over a stack of old manuscripts in her late tutor's study, the air heavy with dust and the scent of old ink. Candles flickered along the marble windowsill, casting trembling shadows across the dark mahogany desk. As she reached for a book bound in cracked green leather, a slip of parchment fluttered out and landed on the floor. Ceres: (eyes narrowing) "What's this?" She knelt an

FIRE BENEATH THE THRONE  Memory in the Dark "Are you still awake?" "...I haven't slept." "The guards said you were murmuring in your cell. Talking in your sleep." "I wasn't asleep. I was remembering." "Who were you talking to?" "A ghost." "His name?" "Auren." "...The king?" 

THE CROWN BELOW  Beneath the Stone Veins Ceres, cloaked in a black shawl, kept her steps quiet as she moved beside Lady Ilven and the disguised palace guard, a young man named Thorne, who had once served as a stable boy. The torch in Ilven's hand cast long, twitching shadows against the jagged corridor walls as they descended into the palace's forgotten belly. Ceres (whispering):"Are you sure this leads to the vault?" This part of the palace isn't even on the maps." Lady Ilven (gravel-voiced):"That's because it was never meant to be. These stone veins are older than Fresh M

THE QUEEN'S GAMBIT  The Queen Speaks Council Chamber—Afternoon The council chamber had never been this loud. Voices clashed, accusations flew, and judgment hissed beneath every breath. Elder Moses stood at the edge of the dais, hands behind his back, face like carved stone. He didn't blink. He didn't move. But his eyes never left Xavier. Bound. Silent. Still. Xavier stood in the center of the floor, chains around his wrists, but his shoulders were squared. The light from the skylight slashed across his face, showing the bruises blooming along his jawline. But he didn't flinch, not even when Vegas paced behind