The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

A sharp, mocking voice dripped through the dins chamber like poison. "Well, well, what's the matter, sis! Not gonna eat? Come on, don't be shy

now."

Eliza Stonor lay sprawled across the cold stone floor, bloody and bruised, barely breathing from chains clinked softly as she shifted-every weak movement met with resistance.

They looped right around her neck and limbs, keeping her pinned like a caged beast,

Across from her stood Sophie Stonor, dressed in cheerful buster-yellow gown that felt almost obscene in the gloomy room.

She held a bowl of dog food, swaying it lightly in her hands, grinning as if she were teasing a pet instead of tormenting her own sister,

Sophie clicked her tongue in exaggerated disappointment, then turned to the maid behind her, “God, look at her. She can't even play dead right, let alone act like a proper mutt. And I'm feeding her myself-what more does she want?"

The maid didn't hesitate. She stepped forward and landed a vicious kick to Eliza's side. A choked grunt slipped from Eliza's lips.

Sucking up, the maid added with a sneer, "My lady, don't waste your time. This bitch probably still thinks she's the Duke's precious little princess Dreaming of silks and titles while lying in her own filth"

Sophie let out a cold bugh, the sound sharp enough to cut glass. "Eliza Stonor? Princess? Please. Even Father and the boys won't acknowledge her anymore. Being my dog is the best she'll ever be. She should be thanking me,

"But no.

She

e just doesn't know what's good for her

Sophie ground her heel into Eliza's land. A sickening crack echoed in the room, followed by a muffled whimper.

Sophie leaned down, voice low and deadly. "One last chance, Eliza. Hand over the pendant

Eliza's vision blurred, but a faint, bitter smile rugged at her lips. "Sophie... in your dreams."

That pendant was her mother's last gift her only tether to a love long gone. She'd die before letting Sophie lay a finger on it

"You stubborn bitch!" Sophie snapped, eyes blazing. "You really wanna die that hadn'

At that moment, the chamber door flew open with a thunderous slam. Several figures rushed in, their shadows slicing across the floor like blades.

Sophie spun around fast, panic flashing in her eyes. She shoved the bowl into the maid's arms, who quickly stashed it out of sight.

And just like that, Sophie's face morphed into a picture of innocence

She bounced forward, voice syrupy sweet. "Father! Brothers! What are you all doing here?"

The newcomers were none other than Gabriel Stonor, Duke of Mowbay of Bortenland, and his four sons.

Duke-all, broad, and commanding-carried the air of a

the same mold, were strikingly handsome and carried themselves with an aristocratic ease that

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called out in that soft, sugary voice,

as

second eldest, barely glanced at Eliza's crumpled form before turning to Sophie. "So,

minet Eliza wanted to scream,

like everything else she once had,

long, wrary sigh, ber voler soft but brimming

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glistened as she whispered, "Eliza. She knew how much that pendant meant to mr-it's the only thing I have

what che

over, but she just wouldn't give it back. I've

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his fists. The sorrow in Sophie's voice hit him like a punch to

beneath the surface. "I can't even begin to

doorway, the third eldest, Matthew Stonor,

blade slid free, "You've got some damn nerve. You

the first question. Still stubborn? Then the feet go next. You stole from

the tension, calm and authoritative. "Someone saw her. Right before she was dragged

crossed her face, just for a moment-but it was enough. Her

across the brothers'

disbelief. "Are you insane! You'd rather swallow the

eyes gleamed with a dangerous

everything-my name, my future-and now she wants to take the last thing

iron chains around her wrists, the harsh clang echoing

or cut me open and take

I shaken.

Even Anthony Stonor, the fourth

Gabriel Stonor-their father. The Duke. The only one who could decide

stillness, soft

Cabriel's expression,

that,

closed his eyes, letting out a long, weary sigh. "Eliza... don't

brothers. If anyone's to blame, it's

born as my daughter

lips curling into a twisted smile,

she hissed, voice raw with pain and defiance. "If there's a next life... Td rather

inside her-suddenly lit up, glowing with a berce, radiant light, as if her final breath had sparked something eternal within it The Kingdom of Bortenland,

through the sprawling halls of the Duke of Moshay's estate, carrying with it the scent of jasmine and the faint