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.

the air of a man

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

tionL

Sophie called

expressions warming as they looked

before turning

minet Eliza wanted to scream, but

everything else she

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

THE

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

what

but she just wouldn't give

in her throat. Tears threatened to

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sorrow in Sophie's voice hit him like a punch to

fury barely contained beneath the surface. "I can't even begin to describe how

Stonor, narrowed his eyes, the shadows sharpening

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

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

calm and authoritative. "Someone saw her. Right before

her face, just for a moment-but it was

dawned across the brothers'

with disbelief. "Are you insane! You'd rather swallow the pendant than give it back

eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, "Vest I

wants to take the last thing Mother left met Why shouldn't I

harsh clang echoing in the small chamber like a screams. "You want

it go... or cut

I shaken.

Even Anthony Stonor, the fourth brother, usually cold as

to face one man. Gabriel Stonor-their father. The Duke. The only one who could decide what came

broke the stillness, soft but aching "Father... I miss

moment, Eliza saw it—a shift in Cabriel's expression, a crack in his composed

like that, she

out a

If anyone's to

His voice dropped, rough with regret. "If there's a next life and you're born as my daughter

laugh, her lips curling into a twisted smile, tears and blood

"If there's a next life... Td rather be anyone-anyone-than your

cold blade sliced through 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 if

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