“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.”
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In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’.
And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit.
But death didn't take me. It sent me back.
I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom.
But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room.
Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers.
In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning.
But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.”
He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name.
My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees.
Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.

"Welcome back, Lady Dally." The butler welcomed me the moment I stepped down from the carriage.


"Oh, Mr Brian, greetings to you," I calmly greeted him back.


"I can see that you are alone," he said and looked behind me to see if there was anyone else in the carriage.


"I am." I gave a short reply as instructed by Lord Peter.


I couldn't believe Deborah would do that to me by running off and leaving me to defend myself.


Thankfully, her brother…I mean her soon to be husband was a very understanding person or I would have been thrown behind bars for losing sight of the princess.


"Aren't you supposed to be with Princess Deborah?" He suspiciously inquired and I kept a neutral face I have practiced for years.


"Lord Peter ordered me to return so he can have some privacy with Princess Deborah." I answered and wanted to walk away only for him to smoothly block my path.


"At the ball," I smoothly replied and he narrowed his eyes on me.


Chapter 120 - Getting what they want