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Her Royal Life 7

Her Royal Life 7

Nicholaswhere are we?” 

I forced my voice steady, careful not to provoke the madman in front of me

He let out a jagged laugh. Hahaha, Frank, you’re supposed to be a smart man. Can’t you tell?” 

Of course, I knew. But keeping him calm was the only chance I had

Before I could think of what to say next, one of the men beside him spoke in clumsy English

Sir, hurrybetter kill now. Ski resortaccident foundno good.” 

The words seemed to ignite Nicholas’s rage

Shut up! I paid you all plenty. The resort is huge. So what if one person disappears?” 

He roared, then struck me hard across the face. My head snapped to the side as his hand fisted in my hair, yanking me up

Frank, you bastard! Do you have any idea how much it cost me to win over that whore Agnes?His voice cracked into a shriek. I licked her boots, washed her feet, massaged her shoulders. I was her dogher slave. I even handwashed her underwear!” 

His face twisted, spittle flying

For years, I endured it all. And in the end? Just because you knelt on one damn knee, I was cast aside!” 

He drew in a ragged breath, madness blazing in his eyes

But that’s fine. Once you’re deadsay, in some tragic ski accidenther money, her status, her bodythey’ll all be mine.” 

He leaned close, his face trembling with manic energy

But don’t think I’ll let you die so easily. Tonight, I’ll show you what real torment is.” 

The man before me was no longer humanjust a frenzied shell, trembling, convulsing, consumed by his obsession

Nicholas,I said evenly, forcing logic into my tone, listen to me. I’ve cut ties with Agnes. If you give it time, maybe you can win 

her back

And think about thisI’m abroad. If I die in an accident here, the police will investigate. Once they trace the connections, you’ll 

be the first they find. Do you really want to spend your life rotting in a foreign prison?” 

For a moment, he faltered, a flicker of thought clouding his manic glare

But then fury swallowed him again

You’re trying to trick me! If you die in an accident, what does it have to do with me?” 

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His voice cracked as he ranted, deaf to reason. Then, from somewhere unseen, he pulled a knife

Where should I start? Maybewith your face.” 

The cold kiss of metal brushed my skin. My pulse hammered against my ribs, heart threatening to burst free

But in the end, he didn’t strike there

Nonot yet. I want to see how twisted your expression can get first.” 

He drove the knife down into my bound left hand

Pain exploded like fire, ripping through every nerve, threatening to tear me apart from the inside out

I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth ached, forcing myself not to scream, not to give him the satisfaction

Because I knewif he saw my pain, it would only thrill him more

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How’s that, huh? Feels good, doesn’t it?Nicholas laughed, unhinged. Come on, bark like a dog. Maybe if I’m pleased, I’ll let 

you die quickly.” 

I ground my teeth, holding back

He yanked the blade free, then plunged it into my arm again

This time, a low groan slipped out before I could stop it

That’s better,he hissed. Pain gives you value.” 

In the frozen northern night of Marshlowe, I felt my blood burning hot as it spilled, only to turn icecold against the bitter air

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Her Royal Life

Her Royal Life

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1) The Message That Ended Everything

The phone buzzed with a message from Nicholas Morgan, assistant to the famous actress Agnes Grey.

“Frank, I know this must be painful for you. But what Agnes and I have is real. Please let her be happy.”
A polite dagger dressed as sympathy. Attached to the message were the real wounds — videos and photos of Agnes and Nicholas: passionate embraces under the Tower of Love, stolen kisses before world-famous murals, and bodies entangled on the sands of paradise. The woman Frank once adored was gone.


2) The Ghost of What Was Built

Frank stared at the images in silence. Memories replayed — seven long years of sacrifice.
He had worked three jobs to fund Agnes’s acting dream, slept on subways, drank until his stomach bled, and clawed his way from nothing to build a company of his own.
Together, they had once dreamed of success. Yet now that dream belonged to her and her assistant, shared in stolen luxury and shameless passion.


3) The Final Signature

Frank didn’t hesitate. He opened the divorce papers, the document that would end everything. His pen hovered for a second over the signature line. There was no anger, only exhaustion — until a voice, familiar and young, whispered behind him:

“Frank, don’t! You promised me… three chances.”
He froze. Slowly, he turned.


4) The Girl From Another Time

Standing before him was Agnes at nineteen — the girl he first fell in love with.
She wore the simple $30 dress he had bought her from his part-time earnings.
In that dress, she had always been his favorite memory — unspoiled, pure, full of dreams.
For a moment, the pain receded, replaced by disbelief and bittersweet nostalgia. Then, unexpectedly, Frank laughed.
“Three chances,” he murmured. “All right, Agnes. Three chances it is.”


5) The Present Calls

His phone rang again. The screen flashed with the name Agnes Grey — the real, present one. He answered on speaker.

“Frank! How many times do I have to tell you? Stop harassing Nicholas! He’s exhausted every day running around with me. If you keep this up, forget about that seaside trip I promised you!”
Her voice, sharp and impatient, filled the room.
The nineteen-year-old Agnes beside him clenched her fists in outrage.
“How dare she talk to you like that?”
But the older version was cold and commanding — a woman who no longer remembered love.


6) Two Faces of the Same Woman

The young Agnes’s eyes blazed with loyalty, pain, and disbelief. She couldn’t recognize the bitter, self-absorbed woman she would become.
The older Agnes — twenty-seven, famous, untouchable — was nothing like the girl who once believed in love over luxury.
The contrast was unbearable, as if innocence itself were confronting corruption.
Frank’s gaze drifted between them, torn between what was lost and what remained.


7) The Ultimatum

“Frank,” came Agnes’s icy voice through the phone. “Looks like you’ve grown bold — keeping another woman at your side now. I’ll give you half an hour to get to Marlen Tower. If you’re not here by then…”
She hung up.
Her threat lingered like smoke in the room.
Frank smiled faintly and whispered, “That’s the first chance, Agnes.”
Even he wasn’t sure if he was speaking to the ghost before him — or to himself.


8) A Promise Revived

The nineteen-year-old Agnes looked at him with pleading eyes, full of fear and hope.

“You said you’d give me three chances, Frank. You’ll really do it?”
He nodded softly. “I will.”
Maybe this was fate’s cruel experiment — a chance to relive the choices that destroyed them.
Or perhaps it was punishment — forcing him to face the woman he had loved, both innocent and fallen, in the same lifetime.


9) Racing Against Memories

By the time he reached Marlen Tower, forty minutes had passed. He was late — perhaps deliberately so. The city lights blurred through his windshield like streaks of gold and regret. Each second carried the weight of the past seven years — of betrayal, devotion, and exhaustion.
He didn’t know what awaited him there — forgiveness, confrontation, or another illusion — but this was Chance One.


10) The Beginning of the End

The elevator doors reflected his face — older, colder, but strangely calm.
Behind him, in the tinted glass, he almost saw her reflection — the nineteen-year-old Agnes, clutching her hands together, silently following.
In the world’s eyes, she was long dead, replaced by fame and vanity. But perhaps, somewhere deep within, that girl still existed.
Frank stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.
The doors slid shut with a quiet hiss — the sound of a man walking back into the past he thought he’d buried.
And so began the promise of three chances — the line between love and ruin drawn once more.

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