Return of the Crowned Heiress

Felicia’s hand froze as she tumed toward the source of the scream

The first thing she saw was a pair of white leather shoes. They were dirty, but the ankles above them were slender and delicate–unmistakably belonging to a woman.

The sight struck a chord of familiarity

Felicia hesitated for a moment, then remembered they were the same shoes she had seen before losing consciousness in the fog the previous night.

Maurice also remembered.

In fact, from the moment he regained consciousness, he had never forgotten that final scene–the one that played out while Felicia had been unconscious.

So, throughout the entire day while he wandered the island and pretended to be aimless, he had been discreetly watching. He had been searching for these shoes. And now, their owner had appeared on her own.

Maurice’s lips curved into a

barely perceptible smirk, but the coldness in his eyes betrayed his true emotions. Beneath the surface was a simmering intention to kill

Even Felicia noticed it.

at him questioningly, trying to ask what was

shook his head with a faint

Felicia didn’t press further.

creature that could save Maurice’s life, only for it to

most infuriated, however, were

rollercoaster. Their hopes rose, only to crash

a word, Maurice’s men stormed forward, ranked the woman out of the bushes, and threw her onto the open ground before them.

violently and shrunk into

you were doing.

was quite

such a desolate place filled with strange things, yet this woman just so

woman stole a quick, frightened glance at Felicia

though the glimpse lasted only a second, it was

utterly destroyed. Her features were covered in deep, grotesque scars–like jagged wounds