All Chapters of Suddenly i became a goddess!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The world around me felt like it was spinning, a dull throb pounding behind my eyes. My stomach churned violently, and I stumbled forward, clutching my abdomen. For the first time in my life, I was drunk, and it felt terrible. Was it because the alcohol had mixed with the exhaustion from my intense training? Or perhaps because I'd been coerced into drinking far more than I could handle?The murmurs of the crowd blurred together as my vision swam. I barely registered the looks of concern—or was it judgment?—from the people of Decresh gathered around me. My body betrayed me as a sudden, uncontrollable sensation overtook me, and I began to stool uncontrollably. The humiliation hit me like a tidal wave as the crowd shifted uncomfortably, their gazes turning to looks of pity or disgust."Elena!" I managed to croak, seeing her approach through the haze. She rushed to my side, her expression caught somewhere between panic and irritation. Chiara trailed behind her, her face scrunched in disco

The moment Veryon's smug grin appeared, I snapped. Rage burned through me like wildfire, and before I could think, my fist connected with his jaw. The force sent him stumbling backward, but his grin only widened, blood smearing his lips."That all you've got, brother?" he sneered.I didn't answer. Instead, I charged, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him into the wall. The impact cracked the plaster, but Veryon retaliated quickly, shoving me off with a grunt. His fist came flying, grazing my cheek and igniting my fury further."You think you can claim her?" I growled, barreling into him again, my shoulder hitting his chest. We crashed into a nearby table, the wood shattering beneath our weight."She's not yours to protect," Veryon spat as he scrambled to his feet. His hand grabbed a vase, and he hurled it toward me. I ducked just in time, the porcelain shattering against the wall behind me."You don't get to decide that!" I roared, grabbing him by the waist and throwing him into

Kiara's POVThe morning sunlight spilled softly through the curtains, rousing me from a restless sleep. My body felt heavy, weighed down by the memories of the day before. The pain of what Veryon had done still lingered, a fresh wound that refused to close.There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I called, my voice hoarse.Maidservant Tae entered, her hands folded neatly in front of her. She bowed slightly before speaking. "My lady, it's time to prepare for your training."I nodded and sat up, allowing her to guide me through my morning routine. Tae worked diligently, brushing out my long hair and securing it into a simple braid. Her hands moved deftly as she fastened the ties of my training robes."Thank you, Tae," I murmured, trying to muster a smile, though my heart wasn't in it."Of course, my lady," she replied softly, her gaze filled with quiet understanding.When I stepped out of my chambers and made my way to meet Lucius, my stomach churned. The silence between us was palpab

I sent the generals away before I could change my mind. Their presence grated on me this morning, their expectant stares like needles against my skin. I had no interest in their reports or strategies—none of it mattered. Not today.Lying on my bed, I stared at the ceiling, willing my mind to stop racing. But it didn't. It never did. My hair fell in disarray across my face, and I made no effort to push it away. The weight of it all—the kingdom, the council, her—it pressed down on me like a suffocating fog.The kiss haunted me.I closed my eyes, but the image came rushing back. Kiara… kissing him. My disgusting excuse of a brother. The sight was burned into my memory, a wound that refused to heal.Just yesterday, I'd argued with the council to have Veryon banished. They refused, of course. "He's a prince," they said, "the former crown prince." As if that justified his presence. As if that justified his existence. It didn't matter—I would find a way to get rid of him. It would be a long,

Kiara's thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and guilt as the carriage rolled onward, the tension so thick it was suffocating. Every moment felt more excruciating than the last, especially with Kael and Asher sitting just a few feet away, their glances far too knowing for her comfort.She kept her eyes glued to the window, praying the awkward ride would end soon. But it seemed fate had other plans.The carriage hit a slight bump, jostling her forward, and in that instant, her hand brushed against his. It was fleeting, barely a touch, but her heart skipped wildly as if it had been something far more.She pulled her hand back instinctively, but before she could retreat completely, his fingers closed around hers, firm yet gentle. His hand enveloped hers, rough and warm, and her breath hitched.She turned to him, wide-eyed, but his gaze remained forward, his expression unreadable. Yet, his grip didn't waver; instead, his fingers intertwined with hers, locking them together in a silent d