A beautiful woman was basking in the sunlight, holding fish food in her hand and tossing it bit by bit into the water, causing the red and yellow fish below to lunge forward eagerly. The young woman appeared somewhat bored as she watched the fish enjoy themselves while her own face carried a hint of sorrow."Who's there?" Joan felt someone tap her on the shoulder. Turning around, she saw it was Charlotte.She threw her arms around Charlotte, just like a child who had been waiting for their mother to return from grocery shopping.Charlotte pretended to be disgusted and pushed her away, patting her new clothes."Ugh, are you a dog? Pouncing on people the moment you see them?" Charlotte teased with a mischievous smile."Hmph, I’m not! This monastery is so boring. Everyone’s busy praying and meditating. It's not fun at all," Joan pouted before breaking into a wide smile.Charlotte dotingly helped her smooth the hair that had been tousled by the wind, her hands skillfully fixing it in
Matthew woke up to find the gentle Esther sitting beside him, her eyes filled with worry and her brows furrowed together.“Sir, you’ve finally woken up!” she whispered softly, picking up a cloth from the basin of water and gently wiping his face. “You’ve been unconscious for three days and three nights.”Matthew’s head pounded intensely as he struggled to recall the events of that day.'Yes, that day, I clearly saw my body and soul separate… But what's going on now?' Matthew thought to himself.Looking at Esther, he felt an unexpected sense of fear."Miss, where am I?" Matthew cautiously asked, hoping to get some information from Esther.“Sir, you’re at my home! We didn’t know what you were up to that night, but we all carried you back here,” Esther explained with great care.“The doctor worked so hard to stabilize you, and you’ve been asleep for three days and nights. I’ve been taking care of you the whole time! I was so worried you’d wake up and no one would be here.”Matthew
Matthew was still recovering when he faintly heard the sound of crying. The noise woke him, and he got up to check. Just as he was about to leave, Esther entered with medicine. "Miss, what's happening outside?" Matthew asked, puzzled."Oh, it's nothing! Please take your medicine!" Esther replied kindly, offering him the medicine. However, Matthew did not want to take it.Ignoring Esther’s attempts to stop him, Matthew rushed outside, and the scene before him left him in shock.An elderly woman was whipping Eugenie with a thin bamboo cane. Eugenie was crying, her face streaked with fresh cuts and blood trickling down along with her tears.Matthew sprinted over to stop the beating. He pulled Eugenie into his arms, too afraid to touch her bruised body, which was covered in wounds.The old woman, seeing Matthew intervene, stopped her strikes. She was panting from exertion."Ma'am, what are you doing? What did Eugenie do wrong?" Matthew asked, bewildered.Too angry to speak, the ol
Esther glanced at Matthew with a troubled expression, then at the old lady. She instantly understood what needed to be done. Matthew also realized that the seemingly close relationship between Esther and Eugenie was not as it appeared—there was something deeper and more strained beneath the surface.Matthew ignored the two of them. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, convincing them was futile. The harsh reality in front of him revealed that blood ties were not all-powerful.He returned to the room, where Eugenie lay in pain. He was utterly helpless. Looking at Eugenie, he was reminded of Lucy and how he never wanted to see her hurt either.Matthew held his head in his hands, sitting on the floor in agony. In the olden days, women valued their purity above all else. If he treated Eugenie’s wounds himself, she would surely feel too ashamed to face anyone, and the villagers would shun her as well.Suddenly, Eugenie stopped making any sounds of pain. The air seemed to freeze, be
The wolf pack howled in unison, advancing toward Matthew. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow as he watched the fierce wolves approach in terror.However, it was a false alarm. The wolves pounced on a different creature.In the distance, Matthew saw a large male bear surrounded by the wolves, who bit and clawed at it. However, the bear fended them off with ease. The bear was massive and strong. Facing it, a single wolf was no more threatening than a chick.With just a few swipes, the bear sent the wolves running, leaving several carcasses behind.Matthew's eyes widened in shock at the scene before him—it was terrifying.The bear dragged a few of the carcasses away and disappeared into the night. Under the moonlight, the remaining carcasses lay still, like dogs killed in battle, resting quietly on the ground.Matthew understood the harsh reality of survival of the fittest, but he had not imagined that the brutality of nature could be so terrifying—especially when it happened rig
Matthew was parched and exhausted, his throat nearly burning with thirst. Every step felt like it could be his last. The blazing sun showed no sign of mercy, relentlessly scorching him as he trudged along. His vision blurred, and he was unable to make out anything clearly. Even in his dazed state, however, he refused to stop.As he staggered forward, snowflakes suddenly drifted down in front of him. To his astonishment, he saw a snow-covered plain ahead—a glacier.With the last ounce of his strength, Matthew rushed forward, scooping up handfuls of snow and shoveling them into his mouth. The cold hit him instantly, soothing his burning body. He let out a sound of relief. Soon, the freezing cold invaded his body, wrapping him in an icy grip. His limbs went numb, and his fingers cramped up as he struggled to move. Slowly, he forced himself to continue walking, but the blizzard engulfed him and turned him into a snowman.Still, Matthew pressed on. His body, subjected to both the inten
"Are you the white-bearded old man?" Matthew asked directly. He did not know how else to phrase it and took the risk of asking without knowing for sure.The old man froze for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. He then asked with excitement, "Who told you that?"Matthew was confused. What was the connection between Eugenie and Bellamy? Why did he get so worked up upon hearing that name?"Eugenie!" "She’s my daughter!" Bellamy replied, staring back at the fire and falling into silence once again.Matthew was even more baffled. How could Eugenie be his daughter? The old lady was Eugenie's mother, no? It seemed impossible for her to be Bellamy's wife. If she were, how could she treat Rose so poorly?Matthew found himself lost in thought. The more he tried to piece it together, the less sense it made. Everyone here was so strange, and he kept stumbling into one bizarre situation after another.Bellamy began to reminisce. Back when he was a young man, he had been passionate about m
Bellamy's aging began after he went up the mountain. Initially, everything felt normal. After his wife gave birth to their child, he continued his usual routine of gathering herbs. One day, he reached a place that was different from the others. It was blanketed in white snow, with the mountain peak obscured by clouds. It gave off an ethereal, otherworldly vibe. The cold was biting enough to freeze a person solid, yet Bellamy felt no chill. He found this strange, especially since the village enjoyed a warm spring-like climate all year round. He could not understand how there could suddenly be an icy mountain, and even stranger, why he could not feel the cold.Curious, he picked up an ice block and smashed it against his hand, but he still felt no pain. He tried several similar experiments, each with the same result. Bellamy started to wonder if this place was real. None of the books he had read mentioned anything like this, and it all seemed too deliberate to be coincidental.The ne
As Gabriella examined the luxurious clothes, bags, shoes, and pants, she could not help but feel that Lucy was completely unappreciative of such treasures. She failed to utilize them to enhance her appearance! They spent quite a while going through the various garments and accessories, yet there were still items they had not finished checking out.Lucy gave an awkward smile, acknowledging her own laziness. After a long search, Gabriella finally found a piece that caught her eye. As she checked the tag, she was surprised to find that the dress was designed by a renowned French designer. It featured a V-neck, with simple yet elegant sleeves that revealed a hint of Lucy's arms, while the skirt was a refined and tailored fit.Gabriella held up the dress against Lucy, murmuring to herself, “Hmm, this one’s nice! You should try it on!” Even though she spoke to Lucy in a tone reminiscent of an older sister, she still maintained her authority as a mother-in-law. It made her words both
Since the previous incident, Lucy had become increasingly attentive to her children. She watched over them at nearly every moment. She feared that Charlotte might seize any chance to harm the children, so she remained vigilant and meticulous, avoiding any lapses. In her eyes, Matthew Leon and the children represented her entire world, and she could not afford even the slightest mishap.One day, Gabriella Sharpe visited their home. She arrived as lively as ever, wearing impeccably applied makeup that included an expensive shade of lipstick. Her appearance radiated the elegance of a woman of high social standing, making her stand out among the people on the street.Lucy welcomed Gabriella warmly, treating her with utmost respect. It created an atmosphere of family harmony. Gabriella settled into a chair, savoring the fruit that Lucy offered her. She held Johnny closely, reluctant to part with him. She showered him with compliments and laughter."Mom, you seem to be in a great mood l
Matthew noticed Lucy’s absent-mindedness and asked gently, "Lulu, what’s on your mind?"“Oh, nothing… I just think what happened to Charlotte is so sudden,” Lucy replied.“Don’t worry about it. It has nothing to do with us. She was always trying to harm you. Her fate is something she brought upon herself.” Matthew patted her head comfortingly.However, Lucy found it suspicious. Although the news reported Charlotte’s assassination and that the monastery had burned down to ashes, it did not mention her body. That kind of crucial detail would not have been overlooked by the media.Matthew had also considered this possibility, but he had kept it to himself to avoid alarming Lucy. Charlotte had been sent to the monastery because of him and Lucy, and she had to harbor a deep hatred for them. If she managed to orchestrate her own escape, what if she was now seeking help from Spades to target Lucy? That would be dangerous.“Lulu, don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you or the ch
With nothing left to hold onto, Charlotte walked down the empty streets, her heart heavy with despair. She wore a black veil that covered her completely, revealing only her eyes. She even had on dark sunglasses. She dared not walk in the open or be seen, nor did she dare expose Juliana’s crimes to the world.She used to be a princess. Everything she had done, every privilege and indulgence, was backed by Arthur and Juliana’s love and permission. Now that her supporters had betrayed her, what right did she have to be reckless or demand anything? Surviving itself was a luxury. How could she even think of acting willfully?As she wandered in anguish, Charlotte found herself by the river. She remembered coming here with Arthur and Juliana when she was a child, laughing and walking along the bank. Now, each memory felt painfully ironic, and every kiss from Juliana seemed sickening. How could her world be so false? How could even the people she trusted most turn against her?Charlotte cou
Charlotte continued to hide within the castle, unwilling to leave and equally unwilling to let anyone know she was alive—unless they promised never to send her back to the monastery. However, she doubted that would happen, so she kept to the shadows. After all, the castle had plenty of food. It was far better than anything at the monastery.One night, Charlotte quietly slipped into Arthur and Juliana's bedroom. To her surprise, Arthur was not there, and only Juliana was present. 'Dad must be too upset to sleep,' Charlotte thought. She knew him well—whenever he was troubled, he would retreat to the study rather than go to bed.As she watched her beloved mother, a tiny bit of her resolve wavered. Juliana looked utterly exhausted, as if she had lost a lot of weight in just a few days. Charlotte had a sudden urge to go in and comfort her, but she knew that was impossible. Charlotte realized that seeing someone through a wall of separation was the most painful thing of all.Just as
The next morning, news of the assassination attempt on Charlotte was sensationalized across all media outlets. The internet was flooded with headlines about her close brush with death, sparking worldwide shock. No one could believe that Charlotte, notorious for her arrogance and harsh treatment of offenders, could have been targeted like this. Many who resented her strict, often cruel ways were both thrilled and stunned by the news. The royal family immediately tightened security at the monastery, dispatching a large police force to investigate what had happened. The monastery became a focal point of public intrigue.“What? That's impossible! How could there be no trace?” Juliana exclaimed in disbelief. Standing before her was the chief forensic investigator.“Yes, Your Majesty, there's no sign of Princess Charlotte’s remains,” the investigator confirmed firmly.“Fine, I understand. Leave me, and keep me informed if anything changes,” Juliana replied, pressing her fingers to her
As the footsteps came closer, Charlotte held her breath, not daring to make a sound. Suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared—it was clear they were targeting her. She watched as the figure approached the bed, moving so quietly it was as if they made no sound at all. What could they possibly be planning? Surely, the headmistress would not go this far?The figure drew closer to the bed, bundled up the pillows and blankets, and then doused something over them. Charlotte could smell it—it was gasoline! Was the headmistress planning to kill her to silence her? She froze, unable to move. The shadow struck a match and dropped it onto the bed. In an instant, flames surged up from the blankets.In the fire’s glow, Charlotte could make out that it was not the headmistress but a man. After setting the fire, he quickly slipped away without making a single sound. Charlotte crept out while stifling a cough, afraid he might hear and return. The flames grew quickly, engulfing the bed and spreading t
Over the past year or so, Charlotte had gradually come to understand that the world was not just about picturesque landscapes and lavish feasts. In the shadows, beyond her sight, lay a world full of schemes and deception. Despite her ongoing attempts to plot against Lucy Quinn, she had not noticed this aspect at all until she arrived at the monastery. Here, she realized how dark human nature could truly be.The women at the monastery constantly criticized and belittled her, while the headmistress was corrupt, using her position for personal vendettas. She was also driven by greed for wealth and status. All Charlotte wanted was to escape this dreadful place and return to her castle. She wanted to go back to her plush, comfortable bed. There, she led a life surrounded by maids tending to her every need.Thinking of this, she remembered Lucy and envisioned her seated in her rightful place, basking in the affection of Arthur and Juliana. She could see Lucy's haughty expression starin
In a moment of heat, Charlotte blurted everything out. Joan was dumbfounded! Was this really Charlotte? She usually did not talk this much, did she? It was not just Joan who was shocked; the headmistress across from Charlotte was equally taken aback. Charlotte was usually so obedient. How had her tongue turned so venomous today? The headmistress was left speechless as every word Charlotte said was so reasonable that no one could argue against it, and it even warranted some compliments! Although Charlotte was confronting the headmistress, each of her statements felt like a plea for justice.Charlotte was not done yet and continued, “Since you know I’m a princess, you should give me some consideration. Yet, in reality, I’m the one giving you all the consideration. Is that reasonable?” Charlotte’s arguments were layered and logical, her thoughts clear. It left the headmistress in a muddle while Joan looked on with envy! The headmistress glanced at Charlotte, feeling quite displease