Her Gilded Revenge For Stolen Fate の小説・ストーリー

She scoffed as she twirled the cup of expensive wine in her hands. “Ma'am”, the maid in front of her began, her voice steady and respectful, “I have brought forth the finest pieces from the treasury for your consideration. The gold, with its regal warmth, speaks of power and wealth. The silver, with its cool elegance, whispers of grace and purity. Which among these treasures pleases your discerning eye today?” Evelyn smiled. This was what she loves about power and wealth. And with Alex everything seemed even more. Alex had instructed that the best of jewelries be delivered to her.

It was her dry humor that masked the depth of her insight, her seemingly unassuming role that concealed her true significance. Their departure drew near, and Cathari's plan would soon come to fruition. With precision and foresight, she had orchestrated a ruse that would send Gustav and Gregory on a wild goose chase, their attention diverted from the true destination. It was a tactical maneuver that would buy the gang valuable time, a window of opportunity to uncover the secrets hidden within Zimmerschied village. ‌

– She smiled sheepishly at him, while her fingers ran through the intricate lines of silver and precious stones on the band on her left hand, still not able to believe that this man was really her husband. - And never will again. – Logan solemnly promised, pressing her affectionately against his chest – But I'm glad to know that they no longer occupy an important part of your mind. In fact, I think this is the best revenge we could get: - he opened a huge, satisfied and malicious smile - The fact that they no longer have any power over you.

he laughed. "I needed to see how she was after my fake confession... she'll be here, and she won't be long." Carlos was confident that Ana would accept him, and when the time came, he would wish he had died in that accident. "I just hope you don't regret it, buddy," Marcos knew convincing Carlos to give up that revenge would be a lost battle, but he couldn't help voicing his thoughts on the matter. "I'll regret letting her be happy while Lisa never had that chance. I'll regret allowing her to start a family while she stole mine. I'll make her life a living hell to the point where she'll wish for her own death."

The Spiral shimmered faintly in response, like a question half-formed. The cloaked girl stepped forward, one hand outstretched as if offering something unseen. “Because fate failed,” she whispered. “Because the world wrote one name in the Spiral’s heart, and someone else answered.” Her eyes were ancient now, not angry but aching. “You are not the villain. But you are the accident.” And her gaze shifted—not with hatred, but with longing. “And accidents must be corrected.”

I knelt, this time with no tears — only resolve. “I loved you,” I whispered. “Even when I didn’t know how. Even when I thought you were weak.” I placed my hand on the earth above her. “I swear to you, Mother. I will take back ’everything’ that was stolen from us. I will reclaim the empire, burn the rot from its core, and wear this crown with no apologies.” I pulled out the ceremonial dagger — a relic from the old Montrose archives. The blade shimmered in the moonlight.

“We’re taking everything that matters to him. We begin with Nowelle—then, we finish him. You’ll gain his trust. His heart. You’ll access files, schedules, finances. Every move he makes, I want to know it before he does. Understood?” I stay quiet, processing. This means seeing him more—more than I want to. Just the thought of being near him again stirs feelings I’d rather bury. But then I remember what his father did to mine. I don’t care if I have to be his chef, his driver, his dog walker—I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. “Okay, Uncle. As long as Stephen pays in the end, I’ll do anything.” He nods. “Apply tomorrow. Blend in. Be useful. You alone hold the key to your revenge.”

Every breath felt like inhaling crushed glass. ​Yet, my frozen fingers remained clamped tightly around the heavy, black velvet pouch tucked deep within my innermost tunic pocket. It didn't just contain the Starlight Quicksilver Jace had stolen. During my desperate flight through the Western palace, I had taken an even greater risk, infiltrating my father's private sanctuary to steal Supreme Alpha Richard’s personal royal crest stone—a jagged, obsidian relic pulsing with an eerie, hidden warmth.

Ha hadn’t even bothered to shave. I reached out and tried to touch him, but my hands went through and caught nothing. I tried again and the result was the same. My body was not in this world anymore, only my soul. My heart ached for him. Why was this happening to us? Why did the gods decide to change my fate so suddenly and let Greta’s plans succeed? I had been a good girl all my life and had never hurt anyone. Why then was this happening to me?