I Will Be The Matriarch In This Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My hand drifted protectively over the steadily swelling curve of my belly, knowing my fiery words rang with the fierce maternal devotion to protect Gabriel's progeny at any cost. "Bring me your sorceries, your worst nightmares. I shall stride through your worst nightmares and emerge unscathed on the other side...Archive in hand and poised to forge a new matriarchal legacy!" The silence that greeted my bold vows was almost deafening. From nervous, to narrowed sneers, to what looked like outright fear - every one of the elders wore a different reaction to my fearless rhetoric. Only Zara's mocking voice finally broke the funereal quiet, her full lips curled in a predatory smirk.

But as I felt the steady, stubborn beat of Ruan’s heart beneath my palms, I knew that we had done the impossible. We had survived the patriarch of ashes. I looked down at my hands, stained with the blood of my father and the man I loved. I wasn't the nurse from St. Jude’s anymore. I wasn't a witness. I was the Matriarch of the Steel Phantoms. And as the boat sped toward the open sea, I knew that the road ahead would be long and dangerous, but for the first time, I wasn't afraid of the dark. I had the King by my side. And I had the future in my womb.

"Be grateful. You won't be lucky enough to meet a rich wife like Ruby in the future, but it's different for us. We're Mrs. Milford's best friends!" "If you plan on copying Ruby again, just look at yourself in the mirror to ask if you're worthy enough! You should be grateful that she's willing to personally deal out your punishment. How can you glare at us?" Ruby was on cloud nine with everyone's enthusiastic bootlicking. I took the opportunity to use every ounce of strength I had left to announce my true identity. "I'm Connor Milford's mother. If he finds out how I was treated today, you'll all suffer the consequences!"

But her voice is lost in the chaos of battle, and the Matriarch gives no indication that she hears or cares about her pleas. Yes, by now I’ve realized it. This must be the Matriarch of the dark witch’s coven who hasn’t shown herself until now. This terrible power… and the fact that she has the babies we’ve been searching so desperately for… “What are doing?” I scream in fury. But she ignores me as well. Just then, the air beside me erupts in brilliant white light. The radiance is so intense I have to shield my eyes, but through my fingers, I can make out a familiar silhouette materializing in the luminescence.

"I was protecting him! If I had come to you, you would have taken him. You would have put him in a gilded cage and turned him into... into someone like you." ​"And instead, you turned him into a secret," Julian snapped. ​The door to the clinic suite swung open. An elderly woman with a cane made of dark mahogany and a crown of silver hair stepped in. She moved with the grace of a queen and the lethality of a shark. ​The Matriarch. Julian’s grandmother, Beatrice Vane. ​She ignored Julian. She ignored the doctor. She walked straight to Leo, who was sitting on the exam table. She lifted his chin with one gloved finger.

She stepped into the light of the searchlights, the emeralds in her tiara flashing. "Mr. D’Amici," Elara said, her voice projecting to the back of the crowd. "I am Elara Thorne, the Matriarch of this House, recognized by the Council of Five Families as of three hours ago." Cesare inclined his head slightly. "A beautiful bride. But a mother’s feelings do not override a Patriarch’s contract."

The sky was already clearing and rays of lights shone through the curtains. I smirked as I watched her chest rise and fall. “You're scared?” I asked, pulling off my bloodstained jacket. She nodded. “Scared is an understatement. I can't believe she shot herself because of an ordinary…” “Ordinary?” I cut her off. “Do you know how much power you wield as the matriarch of the Volkovs'?” “I don't want to be one then.” She confessed. I scoffed. “You can't handle such a position, Malyshka. It's either you kill or be killed.”

“You used all of us.” “I gave her a purpose,” the matriarch hissed. “And she gave me access.” Celeste narrowed her eyes. “But you don’t have the power.” The matriarch’s expression soured. “Not yet.” “You never will,” Silas said, stepping forward now. His voice was steel. “The Goddess chose her. And you’ll never touch what’s hers.” “Then I’ll destroy it,” the matriarch said simply. “If I cannot have the power… then I will burn the bloodline that denied me.”

“You’re the matriarch, after all.” Olympias rebuked anxiously, “I don’t want to be the matriarch, Grandpa! You should look for someone else to do the job. Furthermore, I am married, and my husband is still awaiting my return to Regal Palace.” “End of discussion! You must keep the position as the matriarch!” Regis insisted. “It’s fine if you really don’t want to do it! You can get your Uncle Dillon back. You can leave when he returns.”

“But you, my son… you are the true prize. Your body has adapted beautifully to the hybrid gestation. The fertility enhancements worked beyond my calculations. One more ritual tonight and the child will be born perfected immortal, powerful, ready to lead the new order.” Alex’s free hand tightened on his pistol. “I’m not your vessel. This child isn’t yours to claim.” The Matriarch’s expression softened into something almost maternal. “You still don’t understand. I didn’t just train Damian. I designed the entire bloodline protocol. Your mother my sister—was the first carrier. I am your aunt, not your mother in the traditional sense. But I am the architect. The true matriarch. Everything you are