Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 330

Chapter 330

The two wedding processions collided head–on.

Barrett looked at Rafael, and Rafael looked back at Barrett.

Their gazes met, and Rafael felt nothing but gratitude. He was thankful Barrett had abandoned Carissa. However, gratitude was one thing–the fact that Barrett had previously wronged Carissa was another matter.

Barrett’s eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions. Once, he had been just as passionate and proud while bringing Carissa into his home. Back then, he had felt like the happiest man in the world.

Yet, fate was cruel.

Now, Carissa was the Hell Monarch’s princess consort, while Barrett had married and divorced different women, never truly finding fulfillment.

Because of that, Barrett’s complex gaze was filled with traces of envy, jealousy, resentment, bitterness, discomfort, and heartache. At this moment, he seemed to fully realize that he and Carissa could never go back–there really was no connection

between them anymore.

It was this clear realization that led Barrett to say this as they passed each other: “Congratulations, Your Highness, on marrying my discarded ex–wife.”

He knew how irrational he sounded. He understood the gravity of his words, and the possible wrath of the Hell Monarch.

there was no immediate

horse, and replied softly, “Thank you for being blind. It allowed me to marry the one I truly

aback, watching as Rafael led his procession away

that? The one he truly loved? Wasn’t Rafael’s marriage to

and his procession had moved away, his smile

Barrett was

the horses, had overheard the exchange and asked quietly,” Shall we deal

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“Tomorrow!” Rafael uttered firmly.

celebration. There would

experience the older man’s punishment on his wedding night just

pause, Rafael added, “A group

agreement when Everett’s chilling voice came from behind,” Quiet down. Is your

straightened his back, facing forward with his eyes fixed

this joyous day, couldn’t the older man

arrived at Hell Monarch Estate. The journey didn’t take too long,

morning, but by noon, the skies had cleared. Now, the setting sun seemed to be gilding the world with a layer of gold leaf. Rather than feeling like dusk or twilight, there was a sense of

and majestic beauty, even

Hell Monarch Estate. Carissa was effectively blindfolded by the white veil. She could only see the sway of

the matchmaker and Winona held her back. After another round of deafening drum music, Winona and the matchmaker finally guided