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CHAPTER EIGHT Two days after that, my mom called Vivian's aunt to inform her that she was staying with us. “Hello Ma, I am Joshua's mother, the boy who impregnated your daughter Vivian” “Yes. I don't want to see her again in my house. Let her live there and have her children”, she said harshly. “I don't mean any harm ma. I called to inform you in case you begin to look for her ” “Didn't you hear what I said. I don't want to see her again. She is a disgrace in fact, I have also packed out to avoid her from coming back”, she said as she cut the call.

The woman standing on the burning stone steps was the Matriarch. "If you pull that trigger, Richard, your hundred-billion-dollar prize melts into slag before my body even hits the ground!" Isabella projected, her voice a terrifying, unyielding boom that defied the howling blizzard. "Tell your dogs to drop their weapons, or the Vanguard fleet burns with me!" "You’re bluffing!" Richard snarled, his eyes darting nervously to the blinking red light on her hand. "You won't kill yourself. You're carrying the Sterling heir!"

Long milky blonde hair with a pair of red-violet eyes that can drown you into a bottomless pit, reddish lips, and a milky white complexion. This is not me! Clearly not Nina Facelo! And like a flashback. My whole life before I came here, started flowing. From school, going to a nearby bookstore to buy the most awaited book that my friends recommended to me. And I, trying to be a hero and ended up dying in a dark alley on the second street. Illuminating Darkness! That's the title! That's the book that I want to read! I didn't sleep peacefully instead I died young! And to add salt to the wounds. I am now in the body of the most wicked Dame in the Kingdom! The suspected villainess of the famous

“Grandmother, please don’t misunderstand. I only wanted what’s best for brother Vincent. You know his workload has been immense since grandfather’s incident. Alice’s scandal… it’s hurting him deeply.” The Matriarch turned slowly, her eyes narrowing. “And what’s best for him, Lilian? To stand alone, surrounded by greedy fools like you?” Lilian’s throat tightened. “I–I didn’t mean—” “I’ve heard enough!” the Matriarch snapped, slamming her cane one last time before signaling the butler to assist her. She rose slowly, her back straight despite her frailty. “Vincent, if you have even a shred of decency left, you will find the truth before condemning your wife.”

It was chaotic and brutal and alive — the only kind of rhythm we’d ever really known. Then, through the smoke, I saw her. The Matriarch. Tall, cloaked, her silver hair glinting like frost under firelight. She wasn’t fighting — she was watching, arms outstretched as if conducting the chaos around her. Our eyes met across the battlefield, and I swear, for a second, everything stilled. I felt her inside my mind, her voice a whisper like cold water. You were never meant to survive this, Nora Ainsley.

Maggie explained and Livey sighed that she Atleast knew the beginning. “What has that got to do with you?” Maggie asked again. “Was your mother alive during that time?” Livey changed the question. “Yes” she said confirming the speculation that Loretta was really the witch who cursed her. “I am Patriach, I mean I was Patriach, your mother cursed me on the day I was born” Livey stated and Maggie got up puzzled. “I know my mother cursed Queen Patriach but how is she you, Queen Patriach is dead” Maggie stated what she knew so far about the connection between her family and the late Queen.

> “Then let them come. I will burn their council to ash before I let them lay a hand on her.” There was a moment of silence. Lord Theron nodded slowly. > “Good. That is what I hoped to hear. Because I will stand with you, son. I did not fight to survive centuries just to see you become their pawn.” --- Moonwell Sanctuary – Inner Chamber The ancient Matriarch of the Moonwell Clan, as letters were delivered on enchanted parchment, floating in the air. The Matriarch opened the glowing scroll from the High Council and read it with growing fury. Her pale eyes flared with ethereal blue light.

“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.”