The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 34 William Arrives

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Michelle and Eleanor stormed back to the Velvet Wing, fuming with rage. Michelle was so furious she could barely breathe. “That little wench! How dare she be so brazen? She doesn’t even put me in her eyes

anymore”

Eleanor, teary–eyed, chung to Michelle’s arm. “Michelle, what do I do? Am I really going to end up

concubine?”

Michelle shot her an exasperated glare. “You should’ve never used that rice–cooked–into–porridge scheme. Now you’re trapped. And as if that wasn’t enough, you just had to drag William to the Duke’s estate and make a spectacle out of it! You’ve made it impossible to back out now. Foolish, aren’t you?”

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Eleanor sniffled, feeling wronged. “How was I supposed to know she’d suddenly get smart? I thought if we pressured her, she’d accept being a concubine. What right does she have to be Marchioness of Eldermere? William doesn’t even like her! Margaret doesn’t like her either!”

Matilda, seeing Eleanor’s distress, quickly soothed, “Alright, enough scolding. She’s already miserable. We need to think of a solution.”

Michelle was still fuming. “What solution? The Valen family probably regrets breaking off the engagement now, but if William wants to propose elsewhere, Margaret will never allow it. That would make them look bad. The only way…

A sinister glint flashed in Michelle’s eyes.

“What?” Eleanor asked eagerly.

Michelle took a slow breath, her voice calm but laced with venom. “The only way Margaret would give up -on that little bitch and arrange a different match is if she were either dead… or disgraced beyond repair.”

Matilda’s brief hope faded, and she scoffed. “As if that wasn’t obvious? Ryker and your uncle thought of that long ago. That’s why they sent you with the medicine. But now that it’s failed, there’s no better plan.”

Michelle’s lips curled into a cold smile. “If poison won’t work, we’ll have to try something else.”

ut her!

“Hurry,” Eleanor urged, stomach. “I can’t wait much longer.”

Matilda turned to Michelle anxiously. “What’s your plan?”

Michelle calmly adjusted her hairpin, her expression icy. “Tomorrow, I’ll visit Uncle.”

Matilda and Eleanor exchanged glances, both filled with malice.

the Duke’s

hadn’t expected William to come looking for her. When Noelle reported his

believe it.

I send him away?”

cup in her hand. “Why would

you dress up.” Noelle offered.

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Pearts

cyan dress, tied her hair into a loose hun, and slid a plain jade hairpin through it. Her earrings were simple teardrop pearls–not

waited in the side hall, growing

both his mother’s request and his own decision. Ever since Isolde had been granted the title of

But this engagement had been arranged by his father, and now that Isolde had done nothing wrong–worse, she had even earned merit–the Valen family had been the ones

terrified William more than his father’s anger

the idea, he had

at

as his concubine, and to avoid

opportunity to bow out gracefully. By coming here, he was already granting her a

And yet, as he waited, irritation simmered beneath his

Isolde arrived with a maid at her side.

phoenix–tail embroidered gown–new, but understated. Her hair was coiled into a high bun, secured by a single hairpin.

eyes met, for just a fleeting moment,

gaze.

froze. Was this

different, but he had dismissed

with a faint trace of indifference. “To what do I

slowly gathered himself, straightening his sleeves as he composed his thoughts. “I came to ask–do you still wish to marry

serene. “Has the Valen family not already called off

was broken off

said, settling gracefully into her seat. “You never wanted to marry me in the first place. Why force it? I have no desire to wed

brows knitted. His tone grew sharper. “Are you saying you

William

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her This was the man she had married in her past life, the

mused. The way I see it if you hadn’t called it off, I would have Her gaze sharpened “William,

“You

settle for her? If you had real ambition, at least

“Eleanor is ten times the

Isolde said lazily.