All Chapters of His Regret, The Crown's Claim : Chapter 141 - Chapter 149

A dangerous fantasy began to take root in the fertile soil of my loneliness. I would close my eyes and imagine returning to the mansion, not just as an assassin executing an order, but as a beloved sight. If I systematically rid the world of my family in my head because if I eliminated the cruel stepmother who sought to force him into a political marriage, and the half-sisters who wanted to steal his future, then the obstacles would vanish. Julianna and Clara would be gone and the Grayson alliance would collapse, and in the ruins of the old world, Cade and I could finally be together. He would see that I had survived. He would look at me with those honest eyes, and the nightmare would finally end. The longing became a fever, burning so hot it devoured my caution. “I really want to see him.” I bit my lips as I stared the wall clock. One rainy afternoon, the opportunity presented itself to me when Silas had left early for his guard rotation at my father's house leaving behind str

As he saw my expression, his suspicion were confirmed too that they were lying. “Your father even confirmed it.”I seethed, my jaw clenching so hard I could hear the grinding of my teeth. They had painting me as a cowardly thief who ran away from her own family and had protected their golden reputation while ensuring that the only person who ever cared for me would think I had abandoned him without a word. My stepmother’s cruel, smiling face flashed in my mind, and the urge to rip her throat out with my bare teeth became an intoxicating, physical demand that I couldn't refuse any longer. I'll kill every single one of them. "Zara? How are you? Where are you living?" Cade urged, his voice breaking through the dark fog of my thoughts. He scanned my tattered cloak, his eyes fixing on the faint, dark stain of old blood near my shoulder. "Look at you... you're freezing and you're so thin.” I could hear the sorrow in his voice. “Tell me who did this to you." He demanded. I looked at his

"What is this?" I croaked, my voice ruined from all the screaming earlier."Apply it to your face, your neck, and your hands every night before you go to bed," Silas said, his voice returning to its normal casual tone as he stood with his arms crossed. "It is an alchemical salve from the capital. Within three weeks, it will dissolve the calluses on your fingers, fade the raw scars on your cheeks, and restore the vital radiance to your skin. It will make you glow."I frowned, I was a bit confused now. Was he trying to make me feel better after literally torturing me? No, I doubt that this man would be that reasonable. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, staring at the jar as if it were a venomous snake. "Why would I want to glow? Didn't you say that I was an assassin. You told me I need to be a weapon for the true bloods. So why do I need to look beautiful?" My brows creased. Silas leaned down, and I could see the twisted curve of his lip as he looked down at me. "Because your traini

"Where exactly did she hide all this time?" a venomous voice pierced the air. Lady Genevieve, my stepmother, hurried down the stairs, her skirts rustling aggressively. Her face was pale and her fingers clutching a lace handkerchief. "How did a stupid, useless girl survive a year in the wilderness while our trackers found nothing?"Silas bowed again. "She was delirious, my Lady. The fear of your wrath kept her running so she stayed in the freezing mountains where our normal patrols don't reach, eating raw moss and frozen rodents until her body collapsed by a stream. She was too weak to even fight back when I threw the irons on her.""A disgusting creature," Genevieve hissed, her eyes finally snapping to me, flashing with deeply rooted hatred. But then, a pained cough echoed from the mansion, and her panic returned tenfold. "There is no time for this useless talk! Julianna’s fever is spiking again and the healers say her blood is running dry.” She shouted, turning to her husband with wi

I stepped into the room, my bare feet making no sound against the dusty floorboards. I stood at the edge of the mattress, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, staring down at her without a single fraction of pity. The alchemical cream had made my own face radiant and flawless, but my mother looked like a walking corpse. Her skin was a sickly yellow, her hair matted and thin, and her bony fingers clutched a stained wool blanket as if it could protect her from the dark. She was entirely malnourished, abandoned by the very family she had spent her life trying to appease.As my shadow fell across her face, her sunken eyes slowly fluttered open. She blinked against the dim light, coughing violently. She looked up at me, her gaze traveling from my fine silk tunic to the smooth, unblemished skin of my face.For a second, a sharp shock of disbelief flashed in her eyes. "Zara...?" she croaked, her voice a hollow sound. But the shock didn't turn into relief. Within a single heartbeat, her exp