The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 568:

Rosie mistakenly assumed Brenna was just jealous and speaking out of bitterness. She smirked, lifting her chin high. “Your future depends on your behavior, and that is currently unsatisfactory. Show me the deference I deserve, and perhaps I’ll consider helping you in the future. Consider this a piece of friendly advice—cross me during this delicate time, and I won’t be forgiving.”

At that moment, Ethan’s car glided to a halt beside Brenna. He rolled down the window with a smooth gesture, his face breaking into a warm smile as he invited her to join him in the car.

Rosie’s spirits plummeted at the sight, though her interest in Ethan had long since faded. Poised to join Plieca’s royal family, she viewed Ethan as little more than a future servant, worthy of her notice only when she deemed fit.

Brenna, observing Rosie’s reaction, could only shake her head in disbelief at the depth of Rosie’s delusions.

“Well, you’d best ensure you’re Prince Maxley’s unrivaled choice. Best of luck with that,” Brenna said before she slid into the car.

confidence undiminished, her voice carrying an air of certainty. “Prince Maxley has already told me I would become his wife. Just you wait, Brenna, Ethan. Soon, you’ll both be kneeling,

“You’ve really lost your mind.” With a shake of his head, he pressed the accelerator, and the car

reality,” Ethan said to Brenna, attempting to console her. From a distance, he had witnessed Rosie’s haughty behavior earlier

She’s blind to the fact that it’s a contest of lineage and influence. How utterly naive. Without the backing of the Harper family, her dreams of becoming his

some sense, but now, she’s just delusional. I bet Prince Maxley whispered a bunch of sweet lies to her while they were in bed. No wonder she fell for him so hard. Did you see? She even

L𝑎tеst chαptєrs in g𝒶l𝓷ovє𝓁s.𝗰𝗼𝗺

glint in her eye,

dismissively. “Not in the slightest. Just you wait—three days from now, when the royal family of Plieca picks the prince’s wife, she’s bound to make a spectacle of herself. The higher she holds her head now, the steeper her fall will be then. I’ve snagged an invite to the event.

spirits buoyed by the prospect of that. “That sounds delightful. But tell me, should I extend a helping hand when her moment of disgrace arrives? If I stand back, she might tarnish