Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown

Chapter 300

Now, there was nothing left between them-Aaron had even less reason to listen to her.

Serena's gaze darted to the fruit knife lying on the table.

She gritted her teeth, snatched up the knife, and pressed it sharply against Cynthia Lynwood's throat.

Cynthia's breath caught in her chest-the sensation was all too familiar.

"Serena..." she whispered, fear trembling in her voice.

"Serena!" Aaron's face was tight with worry. "What are you doing?"

Seeing the concern in Aaron's eyes, Serena, oddly enough, calmed herself. The blade hovered just at Cynthia's neck as she spoke in a cold, steady tone. "Is this reason enough? Leave the Chatham family alone, or—"

Tears began streaming down Cynthia's cheeks. "Aaron, please help me! I don't want to die..."

Aaron's frustration boiled over. "Serena, do you even realize what you're doing? This is a crime. Is it really worth it for someone who's basically a stranger?"

she forced

comes easy. Friends, opportunities-if

always a line of people waiting

for every single thing

competition, for example. All it took was a few

that should have been mine was snatched

under the icy glare she shot him. Each word hit like a blood- soaked accusation, leaving a

finally managed, "If you want first

let out a laugh—breathtaking, but heartbreakingly fragile. It was the kind of smile that called to mind an orchid blooming on the edge of a cliff, beautiful and perilous, ready to

get it.

What I wanted was the chance to participate in the cultural exchange with Eldoria,

froze in

it—Serena's obsession with first place wasn't about

taking a steadying breath. "Why am I even explaining this to you? You've never had to struggle a day

face darkened. "I'm not going to

Gabrielle stops

Serena released her grip on Cynthia.