They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: A Deal for a Second Chance

"That's a good idea, Third Brother," Chidera, the fourth prince, said with a smirk, nodding in agreement. He turned to their parents. "Father, Mother, what do you think?"

Queen Chioma didn't hesitate. "We can't possibly bury her in the royal graveyard. She's not one of us. Throw her there."

She looked at her husband for confirmation, but the King remained silent, his eyes fixed on Nnenna's lifeless form. His face, normally composed, was drawn tight with grief.

The Queen frowned at his hesitation. "Your Majesty?"

But the King didn't respond. Instead, he turned abruptly, walking away from the scene. Tears welled in his eyes as memories of the past consumed him.

Amarachi.

His heart ached as he thought of his late sworn brother's wife.

"I failed you again, Amarachi," he whispered under his breath. "I couldn't even protect your daughter."

The tears spilled over, and he quickened his pace, unwilling to let anyone see his pain.

His wife's face twisted in fury as she caught sight of the King's somber expression. Her hands clenched at her sides, nails biting into her palms.

'He still can't let go of that old flame of his!' Queen Chioma's thoughts churned with resentment. 'That wretched girl's death is the best thing that could have happened. With her gone, I can finally win his love without distraction!'

Her anger boiled over, and she turned sharply toward the servants. "What are you waiting for? Take her body out and dispose of it—"

commanding voice cut through

happens in this house when I'm not

figure loomed. The first prince, Somto, strode into the room, his sharp, penetrating gaze

with us for a decade as though she were nothing more than trash?" His words were

each

authority, more commanding than even the King's. "Bury her in the

were final. No one

too stunned to protest, and

sparing a single glance at the Queen or her other children. Everyone knew that the First Prince's word was law, even surpassing

twisted at the sight of her lifeless body being treated with a

still showed me compassion in

floated away, drawn outside the hall. A gnawing question lingered in her

Ebere meant about

her translucent hands and froze. They were fading, slowly dissolving

"No..."

want to vanish, to disappear without

blending into one powerful plea. If only I

white light enveloped her, warm and soothing. When

earthly bloom could match. She knew every plant in the royal gardens,

was interrupted by the approach of a tall, striking man. His features were otherworldly, a perfect balance of strength and gentleness,

this time, you must live your life to its fullest. Do the right thing. Help others, for that is

whirlwind. A

she said, her voice

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