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.

arrived at the Duke’s

her.

believe it.

send him away?”

twirled the cup in her hand. “Why

dress up.” Noelle

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on a simple cyan dress, tied her hair into a loose hun, and slid a plain jade hairpin through it. Her earrings were

in the side hall, growing impatient.

decision. Ever since Isolde had been granted

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

than

the idea, he had

at him with such pathetic

smooth things over, to keep Eleanor as his concubine, and to avoid

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

as he waited, irritation simmered beneath his

with

gown–new, but understated. Her hair was coiled into a high bun, secured by a single hairpin. There was no

for just a fleeting

gaze.

froze. 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

calm, with a faint trace of indifference. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your

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

not already called off the engagement? What meaning does.

slightly. “The engagement was broken off due to a

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 you.”

brows knitted. His tone grew sharper. “Are you

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in her past life, the one she had once believed she would stand beside until death. Yes in the end. their love had turned into

if you hadn’t called

into fists. “You think you

smirk. “You fancy Eleanor, don’t you? Why should I want a man who would settle for her? If you had

William snapped. “Eleanor is ten times

her,” Isolde said lazily.