Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Blood Prince's Seventh Bride: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

The Imperial summons for me had arrived yesterday morning.I'd locked it in my drawer without opening it.Of course mine was blank, same as my last life. Now I held the other letter, the one Seraphina pressed into my hand that night.“It won’t make any difference if you read it.”My voice was thick of weariness.Before Lucian could say more, Seraphina appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a sable-fur shawl, her voice soft as silk.“Lucian… must you waste breath on someone else when your mate is shivering?”Instantly, he turned and swept her into his arms, carrying her back to the furs like she was made of glass.“My poor mate,” he murmured, wrapping the blankets tightly around her. “I'll have more coals brought in. I'll warm you myself.”Seraphina sighed, eyes glistening. “Now that we've truly bonded… and someone heard everything through the door… what if Lady Elise spreads rumors? My reputation…”“Don’t worry,” Lucian growled, his Alpha voice rumbling through the room like thunder. “I’v

“No,” I said, voice steady as ice.“I’ve been pledged to an alliance marriage.Leaving is the only smart thing to do.”Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “An alliance? Your brother never said a word.”“Of course he didn’t,” I said flatly. “It’s not necessary, since you never trust us.”He scoffed. “Fine. Since the spider barely scratched her, I’ll let it go.But bury that pathetic hope of yours. I’ll still call you ‘sister’,if you behave.”His voice dropped, colder than winter stone:“Hurt Seraphina again, and I’ll break you myself.”I met his gaze, clear and steady.“I'm not lying. And I don't love you anymore. If I ever made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry.”For a heartbeat, he looked stunned,“Then prove it. Don't lie to my face again.”As I walked past the stables, I saw them.My horse—the one Lucian gave me, the one we raised together—now carrying Seraphina like a queen.And he held the reins for her like she was fragile. Like I never mattered.He spotted me. Took a step forward.I turned sh

My brother snapped his fingers.Two wolf guards dragged forward an old woman. Tattered cloak. Sunken eyes.Her nails are black as rot.A necklace of dried viper bones hung from her throat.The old woman jabbed a bony finger at Seraphina.“It was her!” the old woman screeched. “At the border market! Three silver coins for a black widow spider!The spider had a red spot on its tail.Not deadly. But it makes you convulse, and mute for three days. Outsiders use it to punish enemies.”Lucian’s pupils shrank to needles.He remembered. The spider he crushed under his boot, has a red spot on its tail.Elise grew up in war camps, she caught scorpions in barehanded.Seraphina screamed at mice, she would faint if one crossed her path.Had she staged it all? His blood ran cold.Before Lucian could speak, my brother barked another order.Two bloodied men hit the snow—the castle steward and the stable boy, with ribs caved in. Blood dripping from split lips, but still breathing.“Speak!” My brother

Truth hit like a tidal wave.I nearly fell.I didn’t have to die.I’d just blush at tomato juice in the future.A memory surfaced.At age five, a silver-haired boy came with the royal envoy,he in the rose garden, reached for me.“Call me Cae.”I thought he was some noble’s son.Never guessed he was the Blood Prince.The monster who eats hearts. Broke bones.My brother snorted.“He was buttering up his future brother-in-law.Started courting you at five.”My brother never told me royal secrets.One wrong word—and our house burned.Caesar stepped toward Lucian.Looked down. Crimson eyes like pits.“Wolf Lord,” he said. With his voice cold as ice.“I despise you.You almost stole my one true blood bond.”Caesar paused,and colder.“The loyal deserve respect.The heartless? Just pity.But men like you—who ignore treasure until it’s gone, then beg for scraps?You sicken me.”“But…” A cruel smile on Caesar’s face.“Thank you.”For rejecting her.If you hadn’t pushed her away—I might’ve missed