Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1814: So, will you just die for everyone’s sake?

"For you, who had been giving your all and making her death your goal, how did that feel?"

A moment of silence fell upon them as their eyes locked.

For Nathalie, who wanted nothing but to win a war against her sisters, it surely didn’t sit well that Naylani was conceding. That Naylani found something else more important than leading the Zorken Family or the Shadow Order.

It must have been a slap to her face.

"Isn’t that why... even when Naylani conceded, you still thought of ruining her life?" Zoren continued, his voice calm, but his words clear and sharp. "Because you cannot accept that... you’re the only one who wanted to win this war so badly. You didn’t win, Nathalie."

He shook his head. "You killed her and my father; lied to them and hurt them—but me, being here, only proves you didn’t outsmart Naylani."

Because, in the beginning, Nathalie believed Zoren was not truly Naylani’s son. That Zoren was just a child she swapped so she could hurt Naylani in a way she knew would devastate the latter.

Wasn’t that the reason Nathalie was compelled to lie to Zoren during the last moments of her first life? Because that was the only thing Nathalie could do to hurt them all.

"Naylani gave you a satisfying show to keep you full for years, and by doing so, protected her son, whom you thought was just somebody not worth your attention," he added, his voice dropping. "And you took the bait just the way she planned. So, between you and your sister, who was the fool?"

The smile on Nathalie’s face slowly faded until it was gone. For some reason, Naylani’s last moments flashed in her eyes, and the faint chuckle Naylani made before she finally took her last breath.

That laugh, that was full of mockery, which Nathalie thought was Naylani’s last retaliation.

was heard once more. "You, her, your father... I wonder if you’ll ever reunite or still remain broken, since we both know Enzo

I don’t know. Maybe you’ll be in hell or heaven. But at least, you won’t

say that with

certainty. Zoren Pierson,

to the side. "I brought some of my favorite pets to

I have something in common," she added in a slightly livelier tone. "I own a few

brows a bit as he leaned back comfortably.

as I am the only one on your mother’s side that you can truly call

let out a shallow chuckle.

hate the

really," he chuckled, shaking his head. "I am simply astounded at how the word ’family’ sounds so different

"Oh?"

correct, we are, technically, family," he tilted his head, just

"Zoren

shift of subject from casual family talk to tonight’s happenings almost took

"All of this that is happening will come to a stop just from a word from me. All I need is to say a word, and just like how you came in here so easily, I’ll let

arched a brow. "Intriguing, and what do you want

life." Her answer was quick. "Your will—everything you

my

amusement." She shrugged. "What do you think? It’s not like I have any plans for letting you live tonight, but isn’t it better to make your death worthwhile?