The Betrayed Bride's Ultimate Retribution

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m' s elite circles, barely three months after Belen

. For a pure-blood like Dedric, it usually took longer. My stoma

as no denying it. Belen' s belly was already noticeably rounded, far too m

dric, puffed up with self-importance, beamed at everyone, accepting congratulations as if he had personally orchestrated a mi

se. Everyone assumed this child would be the definitive "first heir," the future leader. No on

choice on my part to avoid the spotlight. But fate, or perhaps

s the crowded room. She sauntered over, Dedric i

here. I hope you're not too... lonely, back here in the shadows." Her gaze flickered poi

el irony given the painful lengths I' d gone to in my last li

human bloodlines, could develop at an accelerated rate. It explained her rapid

e, prolonged and brutal, endured alone while Dedric was off securing his political alliances. Belen,

was so carelessly using as a weapon. My own children in my past life, innocent pawns in a cruel game.

m, betraying none of the turmoil within me. "S

d" and "remarkable" seemed to hit a nerve. Belen's confident fac

ing quickly, though her voice was a little too high-pitched. She was tryin

thing goes smoothly, Belen. Certain... expedited processes can

he sound was forced, unnatural. She wasn't used to anyone questioning her reality,

already turning his attention back to the more important guests, leavin

h you all the best, Belen. May yo

ting protectively on my back. We walked away, leaving Belen standing