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.

and commanding-carried the air of a man used

from the same mold, were

tionL

moment Sophie called out in that soft, sugary voice, even

expressions warming as

at Eliza's crumpled form before

stolen! I didn't steal it It's minet Eliza wanted to scream, but

else she once

out a long, wrary sigh, ber voler soft but brimming with

THE

much that pendant meant to mr-it's the only

know what che

wouldn't give it

to spill, and the weight of her pain fell heavy

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Sophie's voice

surface. "I can't even begin to describe

Stonor, narrowed his

got some damn nerve. You really

not gonna talk, I'll start cutting. One hand for the first question. Still stubborn? Then the feet go next. You stole from Sophie-I wanna ser if your bones

Stonor's voice cut clean through the tension, calm and authoritative. "Someone saw her. Right before she was dragged back, she

for a moment-but it was enough. Her eyes darted to the

dawned across the

insane! You'd rather swallow the pendant than give it

a dry, manic laugh. Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, "Vest I am insane! What choice did

to take the last thing Mother left met Why

harsh clang echoing in the small chamber

let it go... or cut me

I shaken.

Anthony Stonor, the fourth brother, usually cold

turned to face one man. Gabriel Stonor-their father. The Duke. The only one

stillness, soft but aching "Father... I

shift in Cabriel's expression, a crack in his composed facade.

just like that, she knew.

a long, weary

If anyone's to

as my daughter again-"he paused, the words earching in his thre swear. Ei make it right. I won't

curling into a twisted smile, tears and

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

her abdomen, her last breath left her in silence. The gendant-buried deep inside her-suddenly lit up, glowing with a berce, radiant light, as

halls of the Duke of Moshay's estate, carrying with it the scent of jasmine