All Chapters of THE PRINCE SHE POISONED: I returned as her brother-in-law : Chapter 41
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The Wedding Announcement
Evelyn POV The silk sheets felt like sandpaper against Evelyn’s raw skin.She sat at her vanity table, her dark hair falling in tangled, unwashed waves over her shoulders. In front of her sat the dark rosewood surface. The synthetic silver-lilies were gone, destroyed by Julius’s shadow-fire hours earlier, leaving behind only a faint, lingering scent of ozone and ash.A sharp, rhythmic knock rattled the heavy oak door."Enter," Evelyn rasped, her throat dry as dust.The door swung open, and Duke Julius stepped into the chamber. He was dressed in a dark crimson coat trimmed with silver fox fur. He carried a rolled parchment sealed with the black wax of the Imperial Regency Council. He looked calm, radiant, and entirely in control."You look unwell, my dear," Julius said, his heavy leather boots clicking against the polished floorboards. "The trauma at the bank has disrupted your constitution."Evelyn didn't turn around. She stared at his reflection in the oval mirror, watching his cold
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The Cracked Seal
Evelyn POV The midnight thunderstorm struck the capital without warning, drowning the high ward in sheets of freezing rain and tearing through the heavy velvet drapes of the Vane Manor.Inside her bedchamber, Evelyn lay prone on the cold marble floor beside her vanity table. Her knees were scraped, her fingers digging desperately into the Persian rug until her nails tore against the weave. Sweat soaked through her silk nightgown, sticking to her trembling ribs like an icy shroud. Inside her skull, an agonizing, searing heat tore through the deepest spirit channels of her mind.The soul-lock, the dark, parasitic spell Duke Julius had anchored into her spirit years ago to keep her docile, was tearing itself apart.It wasn't a physical sound. It echoed inside her brain like a heavy iron beam snapping under forty tons of hydraulic pressure.Evelyn arched her back off the cold floor, a sharp, choked gasp tearing from her throat. The thick mental haze that had clouded her thoughts since h
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The Secret Network
Evelyn POV The storm had passed, leaving behind a sky the color of bruised iron.Inside her private bedchamber at the Vane Manor, Evelyn sat before her mahogany writing desk. The shattered pieces of the soul-lock seal were gone from her mind, replaced by a cold, razor-sharp silence. She didn't weep, nor did she pace the room in panic. The memory of the knife Julius had driven into her spine on Earth didn't terrify her; it clarified everything.She was done playing the tragic pawn in a game controlled by Duke Julius.Evelyn picked up a small silver pen-knife resting beside her inkwell. Without flinching, she pressed the edge against the pad of her left thumb and drew a quick, vertical slice. A droplet of dark, thick blood rose to the surface.She pressed her bloody thumb directly into the center of a worn, wooden decorative panel carved into the side of her desk.Click.The wood grain groaned as ancient mechanics inside the desk engaged. A small, velvet-lined drawer popped open three
Last Updated : 2026-09-29