Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 1410

Chapter 1410:

He was leaving because this wasn’t a prison. The Swain villa lacked true freedom, but it offered comfort. Harlee had what she needed—food, drink, and a roof over her head. That was why he could afford to let her stay while he worked to uncover the secrets. Still, his mind was never far from her safety. So, while he played along with her plan, he had to ensure Nola had no chance of returning to Baythorn. Time was of the essence.

As Harlee watched him leave, a quiet smile tugged at her lips. She pulled the blanket tighter around her, allowing the soft pull of sleep to take over. It wasn’t that she was unconcerned—it was just that the pregnancy had made her especially drowsy lately.

Meanwhile, in the reception room, Lucius and Nathaniel had only been conversing for half an hour, but the tension between them had already erupted into a storm of shouting and cursing.

Nathaniel, his face contorted in rage, picked up his cane and deliberately smashed Lucius’ prized teacup to the floor.

“Lucius, wake up from your delusions! If Nicola had wanted to marry you, she would have done it ages ago. Haven’t you figured it out yet? While you thought she was missing, she was still in contact with us. She’s been ignoring you just to spare you some embarrassment!”

wanted to snap back, to retort with something sharp, but Nathaniel’s words cut through the air like a dagger.

even sent postcards and small gifts from each place she visited. The photo tucked in Nathaniel’s wallet? That was one

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woman he had loved with all his being, the one who had consumed his every thought, had orchestrated an elaborate ruse just to escape him. Her scheme wasn’t designed to hurt him. It was simply meant to make

his own trust. A tidal wave of hatred surged through him, not just aimed at Nathaniel, but at Nicola and the entire Sanderson family. Why? Why had they trampled on his feelings like that? Why had

on the table with a force that made the air between them tremble. His gaze locked onto Nathaniel, his eyes

eyes slightly. His gaze cut through Lucius with a sharpness, as if reading a book of secrets Lucius

worn so many times before that it had become second nature. He wouldn’t give Nathaniel the satisfaction of seeing his pain, or worse—letting Nathaniel laugh at him. He couldn’t afford that. Not now.

Nathaniel, what evidence do you have that Nicola didn’t

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