Chapter 21 Milady 소설 & 이야기

When she got to the foot of the stairs, she whips her hair dramatically, winking at him. He feigns being shot. "I never thought after I saw you on the wedding day, that you would ever surprise me this much with your beauty. I mean, shouldn't I be jealous now? Won't other men be as enthralled as I am with you?" Ivy laughs coyly. "I was created to make mortal jealous of me so they could fight to the death just to have me... My saviour, will you accept this challenge and emerge the winner?" "Of course Milady..." Unable to continue, he bursts into laughter, followed closely by her. "You read too many medieval fantasy novels."

"And she’s going to use it to kill us. If we don't find, she will use him to take your throne." Ricardo stared at me for a long time. The silence in the room was heavy. Finally, he nodded. "Fine," he whispered. "But once I tell you, there’s no going back. You’ll be part of the secret forever." "I’m already part of it," I said, thinking of the red laser dot on Maria’s chest and the golden eyes in the woods. "I’ve been part of it since the day I stepped into this mirror." I sat on the bed, my heart ready for the truth. I knew that the next few hours would change everything. The "Mirror of Malice" was about to show us a face we never expected to see.

"Enough." I roughly pushed open the toilet door and returned to the table. I grabbed the meat cleaver from the self-service area. My determination was firm. If justice was the price I had to pay for my second life, then I had the right to determine my steps completely. Wilky Milkya was dead. Right now, Arthemisya Zacceline has to live as I wanted. But before that, I will avenge Milky's death.

And then, once inside those walls, find the Vitalis Radix and steal it without getting caught. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? she thought, and laughed again. Everything. Everything could go wrong. But she was committed now. There was no turning back. Tomorrow, she will become Sarah Mitchell. Tomorrow, she will meet the formidable Mrs. Chen. And if everything went according to plan, she'd never actually meet Damien Blackwood at all. She'd be just another invisible employee, beneath his notice, forgotten the moment she left the room. That was the plan. The universe, as it turned out, had very different ideas.

I was packing to electrocute some rebels and restore border order like the divine magical storm that I am. And yet—Anita and Norma had other plans. “Milady,” Anita said solemnly, holding up a red silk nightdress so sheer I could see through her soul behind it. “This one says power and seduction.” Norma nodded like this was a tactical strategy meeting. “This one,” she added, pulling out a black lace number that was basically a threat to modesty, “says ‘accidental tent sharing’ in case you and the Duke get stranded in a thunderstorm.”

Zezi rushed to her, holding her hand again in a desperate plea. "You must help me get out of here." Gwen's smile fell when she looked up at her, it reminded Zezi of that day that she had seen those lashes on her skin. They were gone now though. "Even if I wanted to, Milady, I cannot. I cannot defile my Sire." She said, her voice as cold as ice and as firm as she had ever heard it. It was almost like as if there was a fear of a distant memory keeping her act in order. Then she smiled broadly, like as if tension hadn't just filled the room to the point of suffocation.

CHAPTER ONE 15th May 2021 MILA'S POV I stood in front of the chapel in which MacCarter was about to be wed. It had been 5 long and hard years, but I was back to recover all that I lost or rather, what was stolen from me. I was no longer that weak 18 year old girl, fresh out of high school, without a Mom or a healthy father. I turned out to be strong and bold. I had to be because life had given me a lot more reasons to be.

“Milady, don't murder me, please. I really believe that I did nothing wrong. Lady Charmile is here! You were pushed into the pond by her. Please—-” “Lady Charmile? What, my cousin, do you mean?” “Yes, Milady and I say –” "So you're still alive?" “Save my life, Milady, please!” "This time, tell me the truth. What day is it right now? *** A young girl says, "Milady, here is the black tea," and smiles. I glance at the tea with narrowed eyes. It does really reflect the identical image from that day. I groan and shake my head. I take control of the cup. I look over at the maid sitting next to me and take a sip. I've learned that she is Flea, one of my servants, and that she vanished one day after

Charlotte Hayes’ POV My mind was racing with questions. But I can't be afraid in front of this man. "Who knows?" I said, still smiling. I chuckled, causing Luca to smile slightly. He looked at me for a split second before bowing and said elegantly, "Well then. Milady, follow me." We were walking down the spacious hallways, greeted by various paintings as we passed.

The sharp rhythm of Celeste Montaire’s heels echoed through the marble corridor of Montaire Luxe Headquarters – precise, furious, and loud enough to announce her arrival. Generations of Montaire men stared down at her from gilded frames, their eyes like judgment frozen in oil paint. They embodied empires. They embodied legacy. They embodied the cage she had been born into. Celeste did not slow down when she reached the boardroom doors. She didn’t second-guess. She pushed the doors open and walked in as if she owned the place – because technically, she was supposed to.