With a splash, the garden pond erupted, scattering water droplets into the air and startling the birds skimming its surface.
"Oh, the paragon of gentleness and virtue, the esteemed lady of the Dickson family, the dignified countess by imperial decree."
Selena stood on the bank, looking down with a smug, seductive smile at Miranda struggling in the water.
"Look at you now, how pitifully bedraggled you are—truly heartbreaking!"
"Why?" Miranda gasped as she surfaced, only for the murky pond water to rush into her mouth.
She had come despite her recent grief of losing her child, to comfort her sister, who had divorced.
Fearing that even the slightest glamour might offend, Miranda had chosen her attire with care—plain, understated, without a hint of gold.
Such thoughtfulness, such affection, she never imagined it would end with Selena pushing her into the water.
"Why?" Selena peered down at the disheveled Miranda, whose hair clung to her pale, desperate face.
A giggle broke from her lips, "Because you're in my way, and you must die! Without your death, how can I become the primary lady of the Dickson household, the honored countess by imperial decree? You were so pleased with yourself, weren't you? Coming here to gloat? Did you know why the Quincy family faced charges? Why I divorced?"
A shadow crossed Miranda's heart, yet she demanded, "Why?"
Her voice trembled, whether from the cold or the dread of the unknown.
"Because," Selena's smile widened, her delight palpable at finally seeing Miranda, her father's legitimate daughter, so utterly ruined.
"I am pregnant with the child of Sir Hans Dickson, your very husband, a knight who rose to nobility through your support!"
"That's a lie!"
Miranda's protest was cut short as water filled her mouth, her coughs turning her pale face crimson. Her husband had always treated her with respect—how could he...
"Don't believe it? What do you think this is?" Slowly, Selena pulled a delicate brocade pouch from her robe, and even more slowly, extracted a shimmering gold locket.
She savored every moment, her expressions vivid.
"You recognize this heirloom locket of the Dickson family, don't you? Given only to the principal wife. Guess why I have it? And this letter, surely you recognize this too?"
Thunderstruck, Miranda felt her mind blank.
How could she not recognize them? She had penned them herself, gifts for her husband, who had said, "Miranda, let me keep the locket for now. It's for the principal wife of the Dickson family, and seeing it reminds me of you. I'll keep it close in this letter, as if you're always with me."
His words echoed in her ears, yet here they were in another woman's hands.
And that woman was her own elder sister, born out of wedlock from her father’s mistress who later to marry her father!
"You—" Miranda's struggle ceased as she began to sink. Water rushed into her ears, nose, and mouth, crushing the air from her lungs. Then, as if possessed, she flailed madly, reaching desperately towards the surface for a sliver of hope.
Her hands found the pond's edge. Clinging for dear life, she managed to keep her head above water.
"Do you think you can replace me as the lady of the Dickson household just by killing me? Even if you were intimate with my husband, I remain his first wife. He knew I was visiting you today. If something happens to me here, do you think you can escape blame? Even your mother wouldn't spare you!" Miranda glared at Selena, her words resolute.
"And who do you think told you where I was, inviting you here?" Selena's confidence unwavered, her tone almost loving, as if whispering to a lover, "It was Sir Hans Dickson who wanted you dead. How else could I dare to act?"
With a step forward, she shifted her weight onto Miranda's hand, twisting her foot cruelly.
"What... what did you say?" Miranda stared in disbelief, not even feeling the pain in her hand.
Her husband... he wanted her dead?
She had been the legitimate daughter of the earl, and Hans Dickson was just a humble knight when they married.
She brought a dowry so substantial it required 124 carriers, and her conduct was exemplary—kind to her in-laws, attentive to her husband, overseeing the household.
In just four years, Hans Dickson rose from original knight to general even gain a Count, and their family's status soared.
But she never boasted of her contributions. When he was posted in the capital, she managed their affairs in the south, even painfully allowing him to take concubines to ease his life.
For four years, her care was meticulous, and now... he wanted her dead!
"Do you think Sir Hans Dickson truly loves you? He only valued your status as the earl daughter! Do you think the broken engagement with the Marquess William was a coincidence? As for my mother..." Selena's joy was sharp, her smile cutting like a knife.
"Your lowborn mother was killed by my mother's hand, do you think she truly cared for you? "Sacrificing flesh to cure disease, "ha, only a fool like you would believe such tales!"
Miranda's eyes narrowed, her lips almost bleeding from the pressure.
Her mother... killed by her stepmother!
The humiliating broken engagement orchestrated by her stepmother and Hans Dickson! Her life, completely destroyed by these two!
Then, a sudden clarity, Miranda looked up, her eyes burning with fire. "My child..."
"You're not completely foolish. Why would Sir Hans Dickson want your child? And why would I allow your child to overshadow mine?" Selena caressed her pregnant belly, her smile radiant.
"I had planned to eliminate you and your child during childbirth. Unfortunately, you survived, leaving me no choice but to intervene myself!"
She had destroyed her mother, ruined her life, killed her child!
Fury and pain swelled in Miranda's chest.
Suddenly, with strength born of desperation, she grabbed Selena's foot and pulled her into the water. If she was to die, she would not go alone.
"Ah—" Selena hadn't expected resistance. Panicked, she screamed for help.
"Miss, what's wrong? Miss!"
Just then, the anxious voices of Mrs. Wilson and the maids Nora and Greta reached them.
Miranda remembered she wasn't alone; her servants had come at the sound of the commotion.
A sliver of hope—she wouldn't die in vain. If she survived, she would not let her attackers go unpunished.
But then—
"Mrs. Wilson? Nora? Greta—" Her cries choked off as she watched the familiar figures forcibly pry her fingers from the ledge, even breaking four of them.
They then pushed her back into the water, comforting a distraught Selena...
Mrs. Wilson, who had nurtured Miranda from her childhood as her nanny, now revealed her true allegiance.
She asked no more questions.
Wasn't everything clear now? Mrs. Wilson, Nora, Greta—they served not her, but another.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha—"
Laughing in disbelief at the absurdity before her, Miranda's laughter grew louder, turning shrill with bitterness and hatred, a curse upon those who had betrayed her.
It was all false, all a deceit!
The nanny and maids who had cared for her since childhood, the step-mother who had loved her, the straightforward elder sister, the gentle husband—all an illusion!
Miranda, oh Miranda, how blind have you been? For twenty years, what delusion have you lived under?
Her laughter grew sharper, blood seeping from her orifices, spreading across her pale, furious face.
With eyes blazing like hellfire, she stared at those on the shore, slowly sinking into the water, her hair unfurling, blood spreading in the water—a scene of tragic intensity.
To her last breath, she stared shoreward.
She watched them closely, vowing to remember everything she heard, to never forget, to never forgive those responsible.
If there were another life...
Even if it meant descending to the netherworld, becoming a vengeful spirit forever barred from transcendence... she would drag them down to hell with her!
The setting sun cast a blood-red glow over the secluded courtyard...
I’m excited to launch my new story! It’s a fun and thrilling read with plenty of revenge and romance. I promise you’ll enjoy a continuous thrill of revenge against the villains. Hope you have fun!
The icy lake water, the murky scent, the blood flowing down her face, the heart-wrenching pain...In a daze, Miranda didn't know where she was. She seemed to hear someone speaking and finally, in a daze, opened her eyes."My poor Miss Miranda," Mrs. Wilson, who had been nibbling on roasted chestnuts, saw her awake and quickly changed her expression.She pushed the plate aside, came forward to hold the weak Miranda in her arms, and began to wail."The marquis' family has called off the engagement. A girl who has been rejected by her fiancé has no future. Miss Miranda, you are not as beautiful or charming as Miss Selena. How will you live in the future?" She kept crying, not caring about how hurtful her words were.The marquis' family called off the engagement?Miranda was confused. Wasn't she pushed into the lake by Selena, dying? The icy, muddy feeling still surrounded her, along with the bone-deep hatred...She looked around in a daze. What she saw was a familiar yet strange bed cano
Miranda observed Greta’s plea for help with increased confidence and began crying out loudly, “Madam, please save me, someone is trying to beat me to death!”Countess Sophie Croyso raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Is that so?" She glanced around, avoiding Miranda, her face filled with anger."Regardless of the Croyso estate’s reputation, Greta has served Miss Miranda faithfully since childhood. Even if she made a mistake, she should be corrected, not beaten to death. Isn't this damaging Miss Miranda's dignity?"Mrs. Wilson stepped forward and said, "Countess, it was Miss Miranda who gave the order."Miranda had only ordered Greta to slap herself twenty times, but with Greta's crying, Sophie’s anger, and Mrs. Wilson’s report, the story twisted.It now seemed as though Miranda wanted Greta dead, tarnishing the Croyso estate’s reputation and making Miranda appear cruel and ungrateful.All eyes turned to Miranda.Beneath pale blue curtains, Miranda leaned weakly against a lavender pillow,
“Miss, Miss...”In a daze, she seemed to hear someone calling her urgently. Struggling to open her eyes, Miranda found it was already midnight.The surroundings were silent, and the moonlight poured in through the window like liquid silver, mingling with the flickering candlelight.The room was empty, except for the faint scent of unfamiliar herbs in the air, indicating someone had been there but had long since departed.She felt something unusual on her wrist. Looking down, she saw a small note pressed against it.After reading its contents, Miranda burned the note in the lamp.Her pale, sickly face remained expressionless as the flickering candlelight cast shadows across her features, making her look like a ghost, shadowy and somber.***“Miss Miranda, when the Earl comes, you must cry and beg to save this marriage. If you’re rejected, no good family will want you. I’m only saying this for your sake,” Mrs. Wilson lectured while styling her hair and applying makeup.Miranda’s reflecti
"I understands that Father has my best interests at heart. If the Marquis family breaks the engagement because they are dissatisfied with me, then even if I were to marry into their family, they would not treat me kindly. If it is due to some misunderstanding, then such a family, which cannot discern right from wrong, is not worth relying on," Miranda explained calmly and logically, her words perfectly hitting the mark in Count Croyso's heart.She then added sorrowfully, "I'm merely saddened to have brought shame upon Father!"Looking at his innocent daughter, Count Croyso's heart was filled with affection.He gently said, "It is not your fault, my dear. It is the Marquis family that has gone too far! Humph, that heir Andrew is not a good match either—arrogant and narrow-minded due to being spoiled. He does not deserve my daughter! Rest assured, I will find you a better match in the future!"Even if the Marquis family has now connected with the Empress Dowager, he will still seek just
Miranda smiled firmly and said, “Madam, don’t be childish. Let me apply the medicine. After all, it was my fault you got hurt.” Her insistence made it clear that the Countess couldn’t escape.The Countess, uneasy, discreetly pinched Selena, urging her to intervene. Selena quickly said, “Sister, please sit down. Madam should go back and apply the medicine in her room; it’s bad luck to see blood.”Selena’s concern won Count Croyso’s approval, but Miranda countered, “Madam saved me, and I owe her. I will serve her as my own mother, and no mother would refuse her child’s care.” Her words left no room for rejection. Count Croyso agreed, urging the Countess to accept treatment.The Countess, panicking, cursed Selena’s failure but smiled reluctantly, agreeing to let Miranda help. At that moment, a maid brought the medicine, and the Countess, unable to stall further, prepared to remove her bandages.Suddenly, Mrs. Wilson intervened, suggesting that applying medicine in front of everyone was in
In the study, a meticulously crafted iron incense burner, shaped like a crouching lion, sat majestically on the table. Its head was held high, as if surveying the entire room, with wisps of fragrant smoke curling from its open mouth, creating an atmosphere of mystery and tranquility."Stand before me!" commanded Lord Croyso, seated in a chair of purple-black rosewood, his expression dark and his voice low but commanding.Though outwardly calm, those who knew his temperament understood he was seething with rage. "My Lady, do you know your crime?"The Countess immediately stood, her face a mask of confusion, flawlessly feigning innocence. "I do not know what wrong I have committed, my lord.""A fine tale of cutting flesh to heal, a paragon of benevolence and compassion!" Lord Croyso sneered, his anger rising uncontrollably."Do you think me so easily deceived? Let me tell you, the
In the dead of night, under a moonlit sky as pale as frost, Miranda lay awake, eyes fixed on the dark expanse. Her mind was preoccupied with a single thought: how to eliminate Mrs. Wilson.This cunning and scheming woman posed a constant threat. Given her status as Miranda's nanny, her position was not that of an ordinary servant.A single misstep could lead to accusations of ingratitude and cruelty, damaging Miranda's reputation irreparably.After pondering for a long time, Miranda realized that all her schemes required accomplices. The problem was that Mrs. Wilson had already seized control of the people around Miranda, and other courtyards were beyond Miranda's reach. She had no one to rely on.Her eyes inadvertently fell on her wrist, bringing back memories of the sudden appearance of a note that fateful night."The medicine has been tampered with. Do not take it. Delay as mu
“Miranda, I’ve come to chat with you. Don’t be annoyed!” Early in the morning, Selena arrived at Miranda's room.She was adorned with a lustrous pearl necklace around her neck and dressed in a vibrant red gown embroidered with golden patterns of intertwining branches and flowers.Her radiant appearance starkly contrasted with the sickly, pale Miranda lying in bed, making her look even more dazzling.Miranda smiled faintly and said, “It’s so early, Selena. I haven’t even had breakfast yet.” A patient who hadn’t had breakfast, yet Selena was here already. Was this really a visit to see how she was? Clearly, it was to make her feel worse!“No problem, take it easy. I’ll just sit here.” Miranda ignored her and continued with her meal.“Wow, Miranda, this sixteen-panel purple sandalwood glass screen at your bedside is beautiful!” Selena’s eyes shone with envy.Selena was filled with jealousy. She approached and began stroking the screen, laughing naturally, “Miranda, you’re always so gener