All Chapters of Cursed Ugly Mate: Reborn for Vengeance: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LeahI woke slowly, tangled in warmth that wasn’t entirely my own.For a few seconds, I didn’t move. Didn’t open my eyes. The memory of the night before pressed in—heat, friction, the sharp edge of anger that had somehow turned into something else. Something softer. More dangerous.I exhaled quietly.Then I heard it.A soft clatter. Metal against metal. Fire crackling low.I opened my eyes.The scent hit me immediately—rich, buttery, layered with herbs and something roasted to perfection. My stomach tightened in response, embarrassingly eager.I pushed myself up and followed it.Kaelen stood by the stove, sleeves rolled, focused in a way I hadn’t seen before. The firelight flickered across his face, making him look… almost human. Not like the man who had dragged me out of a prison and argued that justice didn’t exist.“For someone who doesn’t believe in justice,” I said, my voice still rough from sleep, “you’re ve

LeahI didn’t react outwardly.But something in my chest tightened.A second voice followed—lower, steadier, carrying the kind of authority that didn’t need to raise itself.“Mr. Ranson, you need to calm yourself,” the man said. “We have already framed her. The overdosed teenagers in the market—we placed that on her, and yet she still made it back to the Court. What does that tell you?”There was a pause.Silence.Even from a distance, I could almost feel the shift in the room.The first man—Ranson—said nothing.The deeper voice continued, colder now, edged with something far more dangerous than anger.“It tells you that she is not the problem,” he said slowly. “The Dowager Queen is.”My steps didn’t falter, but every nerve in my body sharpened.“She is too old,” he went on, almost dismissively. “Her judgment has deteriorated. That is why she locked away her own son—and now allows herself to be influenced by that… girl.”A chill slid down my spine.Locked away her son.There was only

LeahThe silence that followed the Dowager Queen’s collapse lasted no more than a second.Then it shattered.“Oh my God—!” Jafar’s voice cut through the room, sharp and theatrical, as if he had been waiting for precisely this moment. “She was just speaking—she was conscious—and now she collapses the moment you touch her? What exactly did you do?!”I didn’t even look at him.There was no time, and more importantly, no value in engaging with noise that was meant to distract rather than understand.Instead, I stepped away from the bed and let my eyes move quickly across the room again, filtering through details with purpose now rather than observation. If cyanide had been administered orally—and in repeated low doses—then the source had to be something she ingested regularly, something routine enough to avoid suspicion.Not incense. Not anymore. Something closer. Something familiar.My gaze stopped. A wooden case near the window.It was the paints. I crossed the room in a few quick steps

LeahI allowed myself a small smile, though I could feel how tired it looked even before I spoke.“It’s my honor to help you, Your Majesty,” I said gently. “You were right—someone has been poisoning you. I don’t yet know who, but your royal physicians seem to have some answers. I’ve already had them detained.”For a moment, I expected anger. Or at least concern.Instead, she fell silent.Her gaze shifted slightly, as if she were thinking through something far more complicated than what I had just said. Then, to my surprise, she reached up and removed her oxygen mask herself, her movements slow but deliberate.“You don’t need to pursue this matter any further,” she said quietly.I frowned before I could stop myself.“…Your Majesty?”She looked at me then, more clearly than she had at any point before, and there was something in her expression that I couldn’t immediately define—not weakness, not confusion, but something closer to restraint.“You look exhausted, Leah,” she continued, her

LeahAlpha Agnes didn’t react.She was looking at the phone now.Reading.Her face darkened, but she still said nothing.Then the door opened once more.Samuel entered, seated in his wheelchair, his expression cold and composed in a way that felt almost rehearsed.“Leah,” he said, his voice steady, “did you falsely accuse an innocent doctor and cause his family’s death?”I let out a quiet, humorless laugh.“Whether Jafar was framed,” I said slowly, “and whether his wife and child died because of that—both of those questions already have answers. I have evidence for both.”I paused, letting that settle.Then I tilted my head slightly.“You came at the right time, Samuel. I heard you went shopping with Ella today.”Ella reacted instantly, her tone shifting as if a switch had been flipped.“Oh, that?”