Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 249

Stephan's low, gravelly voice carried a teasing lilt, but his sharp gaze remained unwaveringly serious, cutting through Felicia's defenses. It wasn't a tone she could easily dismiss.

At their feet, Cloud's tail was wagging like a propeller as it circled their legs happily. It was oblivious to the tension above.

Felicia cleared her throat, deciding it was best to respond directly. "It was just a one-time thing. It was no big deal. I already told you I'm not holding you responsible, so you shouldn't hold me responsible either."

She paused, a faint smile playing on her lips, but it wasn't the playful kind. There was something darker beneath the surface.

"Besides..." she said, her voice trailing off and her smile deepening into one of quiet resignation.

She thought to herself, "If you ever saw the real me-the me who carries bitterness like a second skin and the one who destroys and manipulates without remorse-you'd regret it."

Her mind flashed back to Sebastian-her so-called brother. She recalled his expression when he realized she wasn't the sweet, innocent sister he thought she was as well as the disappointment in his eyes as he walked away without so much as a glance back. And then her mind spiraled further to a memory from her past life.

She recalled the moment her adoptive parents screamed at her, their words like knives, "Felicia, you've always been selfish, heartless, and cruel! You don't care about anyone but yourself. People like you deserve to die!"

Those words had stayed with her, replaying in her mind like a haunting mantra. And over time, she realized she was becoming exactly what they accused her of being.

Fine. If that was what they thought of her, she'd lean into it.

and she buried her

she could fully retreat, Stephan's hand reached out and gently lifted her chin

brief moment, she saw something unexpected in his gaze-a

a smile, appearing light and breezy as if nothing

For just a split second, her eyes had glistened,

His chest tightened inexplicably.

darkest pits and still crack a joke. She would patch him up without a complaint and laugh in the face of danger.

down, about

her mind. "Oh

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the door, her heels clicking against the floor. Stephan didn't stop

he remained rooted to the spot, staring after

his men cautiously stepped forward. "Mr. Russell, is

distance. He let out

blinked, caught

coming from Stephan,

same man who could

just