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Her Royal Life 8

Her Royal Life 8

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Still, I fought to hold on. Every second I bought might be one second closer to rescue

The knife drove into my left arm again and again until the agony tore through my throat in hoarse, broken screams

Nicholas demanded my surrender, over and over. But how could I beg him for mercy

The wounds multiplied, my entire arm turned numb, stripped of all feeling. My consciousness blurred at the edges

The thought of more pain to come hollowed me out with despair

And then, to my disbelief, Nicholas suddenly flung the blade aside

Boring,he sneered. Enough. Better to just kill you outright.” 

His words made my heart seize in my chest

Nicholas had given up the game, and the thugs behind him exhaled in relief

You do it,he ordered, clapping his hands once before pulling out a handkerchief to wipe them clean

The men advanced, pulling something from their coats

I shut my eyes slowly, bracing for death

But just as darkness closed in, the shatter of glass split the air

An explosion of light and concussive force followed, drowning the world in white. My ears rang into silence

When I forced my eyes open again, Agnes was charging in with a squad of armed police. Within seconds, they had the situation 

under control

She ran to me, her face streaked with tears, shouting words I could no longer hear

I looked down at my mangled arm, flesh torn and bloodied, and had only one thought, Agnes, it’s not just that I don’t love you 

anymore. I hate you.‘ 

When I woke again, I was lying in a hospital bed

A doctor came quickly to examine me

Other than the severe trauma to your left arm, there appear to be no critical issues,he said. But even if it heals, I’m afraid it 

will never regain full strength.” 

He gave a few instructions for rest before leaving the room

Moments later, Agnes hurried in

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Frank, Frank, how do you feel? I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!” 

Tears streamed down her face as she apologized again and again

Once, her words of regret would have broken me, filled me with helpless pity. Now, they made me sick

Get out. I don’t ever want to see you again.” 

My voice was flat, edged with disgust. I turned my head away

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Frank, don’t be like this. I remember nowI remember everything.Her voice cracked, It was all my fault. I’ll make it right

From now on, I’ll treat you well

Frank, please, just look at me. Do whatever you want, but don’t leave me.” 

She kept apologizing, kept confessing, kept begging

I sneered. Agnes, do you remember the last thing your nineteenyearold self said to me?” 

Her body froze at my words

If you’ve forgotten, let me remind you,I said. Before you vanished for the last time, you said: Frank, if I had known the ending would be like this, I would never have met you. I should have left sooner.” 

you 

Her head dropped, tears spilling onto the floor by my bed

Frankplease. Just give me one more chance.” 

I don’t know how much time passed before her voice broke the silence again. But when it did, I couldn’t stop the hollow laugh 

that escaped me

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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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