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Reborn Princess: Burning Her Scornful Crown

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 792 | Released on: 06/02/2026

a deafening clank as Dem

t o

rely human. The force of his shou

inch. She did

nds, palms open.

king sound. "Help? I'l

battling with the freezing air of the roo

closer. Her boots crunched on the frost covering the floor.

ked to the side, a predator

out of his reach. "I'm the only one

ognition flickered in his eyes, cutting thr

," Fiona said flatly. "

gain, the metal groaning. "I d

at you, you'll be a crip

ep forward. Int

she expected. His hand sh

. They clamped around her wind

ing at his wrist.

his face. She could feel the heat radiating from his s

straight into those black voids. "Be

osened. Jus

asped, "I have

t and pulled out a silver needle. Before he could react, s

fened. His

is arm vanished.

or, coughing, massagi

r five minutes," Fiona said, her voic

e bed now, breathing heavily. Th

led out t

od," sh

Lotus, meant to 'strengthen the Orozco bloodline.' Fiona never understood it. But in her past life, after years of research in the palace's forgotten archives, she found a

in the science.

r left wrist. A line of crim

" she o

leeding wrist ag

him. His pupils dilat

is grip bruising, and

dra

t made her stomach flip. She could feel his tongue a

pun. The r

hand finding its way into his sw

ter. She was saving th

issipate. The unnatural flush faded fro

sto

t heaving. There was blo

black receded, revealing i

her. Really l

he blood loss, combined with the

. His voice was deep

lapsed

re no longer burning hot;

sed against his bare chest. She could hear hi

brushed the cor

," he

time, it wasn't the cold darkness

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Reborn Princess: Burning Her Scornful Crown

Lan Zhen Romance

“I spent three years trying to be the perfect Crown Princess, enduring my husband Bradley's coldness while pouring my family's fortune into his royal projects. I truly believed our marriage was built on duty and that our adopted son, Jimmie, was the bond that held us together. Everything changed on a stormy night when I caught Bradley in his study, calmly watching my family's trust fund documents-the entire Orozco legacy-burn to ash in the fireplace. He didn't even look guilty as he explained that I was never his partner, only a convenient bank account for the Crown. When I lunged to save the papers, Bradley shoved me to the floor with bored indifference. Then, the ultimate betrayal walked through the door: Jimmie. My son didn't run to comfort me; he took Bradley's hand and looked at me with pure venom. Bradley sneered, revealing that Jimmie wasn't adopted at all-he was his biological son with my best friend, Icy. "We just needed you to fund his future," Bradley said. I was dragged out by guards and thrown into a sedan speeding toward the cliffs. At Dead Man's Curve, the driver jumped out of the moving car, leaving me to plummet into the freezing ocean. As the water filled my lungs and my life faded, I didn't feel fear. I felt a distilled, murderous hate. I woke up gasping for air in my old bedroom, three years before the crash. It was the day of my fake infertility diagnosis, the beginning of their plan to break me. "The Fiona who listened to you is dead," I whispered, looking at my reflection. I didn't cry this time. Instead, I dressed in black and headed into the night to find the only man Bradley feared-the lethal, "boiling-blooded" Regent, Demian Ballard. I was going to save his life, and in return, he was going to help me burn the palace down.”