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.

days later, William arrived at the Duke’s estate, requesting to

William to come looking for her. When Noelle reported his arrival, she could

believe it.

send him away?” Noelle asked..

in her hand. “Why would I refuse?

you dress up.”

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William

Pearts

hun, and slid a plain

the side hall, growing

since Isolde had been granted the

fact, he found her unbearable. But this engagement had been arranged by his father, and now that Isolde

William more than his father’s

the idea, he had come.

marry him. She used to look at him with such pathetic adoration, her eyes filled with admiration that made

avoid his father’s wrath, he was willing to take Isolde as his

just needed an opportunity to bow out gracefully. By coming here, he was

And yet, as he waited, irritation simmered beneath his

arrived with a maid at her

single

their eyes met, for just a fleeting moment,

gaze.

Was this really

last time he had seen her, she already seemed different, but he had dismissed it as his imagination. Now, however, she seemed like a completely

with a faint trace of indifference. “To what

himself, straightening his sleeves as he composed his thoughts. “I came

called off the engagement? What meaning does. this

expression darkened slightly. “The engagement was broken

marry me in the

grew sharper. “Are you saying you want to annul the engagement?”

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been so familiar to her This was the man she had married in her past life, the one she had once believed she

the mused. The way I see it if you hadn’t called it off, I would have Her

fists. “You think you

“You fancy Eleanor, don’t you? Why should I want a man who would settle for her? If you had real ambition, at least you would have pursued a princess. Maybe then, I would have chased after

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marry her,” Isolde said lazily. “Why are you