2025-07-18 19:51:24"Ronan, are you even listening to me?" Calista snapped impatiently.
“Stop standing there like an idiot. I’m talking to you.”
Ronan didn’t react.
Not a flicker of emotion crossed his face, and that only fueled her anger.
"Don’t play dumb,” she snapped coldly, her tone sharp with threat.
“You and I are done! I’ve told you this before, I don’t acknowledge this so-called engagement!"
She was sure of one thing: no matter how far she pushed, Ronan would never push back.
He always came crawling in the end.
So emboldened, she went further, her words growing more venomous.
"Your precious House Crowne thought they could force it on me just because of your status?” she sneered.
“You think your family name buys you the right to me? Disgusting."
"You’re nothing but a shadow that keeps trailing after me,” she said with open contempt. “But not anymore. This ends no—”
“I agree.”
Ronan nodded before she could finish.
Calista blinked, completely caught off guard. “What?”
“I said… I agree,” Ronan repeated, the corner of his lips slowly curling upward.
“We’re done. From now on, and forever. No affection. No ties. You and I… are strangers now.”
“This feels like a gift from the heavens,” he muttered softly, more to himself—
A chance he hadn’t been given in his last life.
For a long moment, silence reigned.
Calista's lips parted, but no words came out.
She couldn’t believe it.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
“He really said it…”
“He’s ending things with Calista Sable?”
“I thought he was obsessed with her!”
Ronan turned toward the gathering crowd before Calista could question any more.
“Tomorrow, I will visit House Sable in person. I will formally annul this engagement in front of Calista’s father. And I will declare it before the city of Thalara itself that House Crowne no longer has any connection to House Sable.”
A hush fell over the plaza.
Every eye widened in shock.
No one could believe what they were hearing.
The implications… were staggering.
A power shift was coming.
The Sables, once a mid-tier family, had only ascended into the upper circles due to their association with House Crowne.
Now, stripped of that support and protection, they would be exposed.
Vulnerable. Easy prey for the stronger Tier-One and Tier-Two houses eager to climb.
“Quick, send words home!”
“If we act fast, our family might be able to carve off a piece of the Sables’ influence!”
The plaza buzzed with quiet urgency as dozens of onlookers tapped on their wrist communicators or murmured into rune-embedded rings.
The race to claim the scraps of House Sable had already begun.
And yet, at the center of the storm, Calista Sable was oblivious of the risks haunting her family.
Instead, after the initial shock faded, her face broke into a triumphant smile.
“So, you’re really serious?” she asked eagerly.
She’d wanted out of this ridiculous engagement, but her family never let her break it, and now Ronan’d done it for her.
“For once, you actually did something useful, Ronan.” she smiled.
However, her joy didn’t faze Ronan at all.
In fact, it brought him peace.
Because for him, this was more than a breakup.
It was a liberation.
“Yes. I’m serious. I’ll visit the Sable estate myself tomorrow and dissolve it formally,” Ronan said, his voice calmer than ever.
“Let your family know they don’t need to oppose it. It’s over.”
In his previous life, this woman had led him down a path of ruin.
But now that fate had given him a second chance, he wasn’t going to waste it.
Born again in the year 3025, Ronan Crowne was no longer that foolish, lovesick heir who had chased after a cruel girl.
Why walk the same doomed path twice?
He had the bloodline, the talent, the stature, he could rise again.
There were countless women far more worthy than Calista Sable.
There was a world waiting beyond her shadow.
He remembered, all too clearly, the agony of his former life.
How he had once possessed the potential to become a Martial Saint, only to let it rot.
Never again.
This time, he would walk a different road.
And no matter what came next… it would be on his terms.
“Ronan, you know what? I still don’t believe you,” Calista suddenly sneered, snapping Ronan out of his thoughts.
“One day, you’ll come crawling back to me. Men like you always do.”
“So Prove it,” She demanded coldly, “Swear it, before the Will of Arken, that this ends, for good.”
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Fault Lines
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