Chapter 334

Her breathing turned erratic. Her body trembling not from despair now, but from the white-hot rage that began to coil and slither through her chest. Her face turned a sickly green with envy, the edges of her vision reddening with fury.

She was Queen, yes. She had achieved the dream she’d carved out for herself with her own blood, her own hands, her own sacrifices.

And yet—her brother, the ungrateful brat! The one she had tried to protect with comfort, with luxury, by sheltering him from the burdens of the crown… was happy without her. He was in love. He was about to start a family.

With her man.

Her nails dug into her palms until blood began to bead, her fists clenched so tightly her bones ached. Her emerald eyes gleamed with hatred as they locked onto Ron and Zedekiel.

This wasn’t how things were meant to go.

After everything she had done, after all the love she had showered on him, the way she carefully painted herself as the more reliable heir.