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Her Royal Life 6

Her Royal Life 6

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Agnes’s head spun from the alcohol. At last, she gave up on the keypad and began pounding on the villa door

Frank, open up! I’m back! Frank, I know you’re inside

Frank, I’m sorry. Please, just open the door. 

Frank, what more do you want? I’ve already said I’m sorry!” 

The longer she knocked, the angrier she grew. The alcohol began to burn off, leaving her both sober and furious

Perhaps exhaustion finally caught up with her, because she stopped and pulled out her phone. After a short search, she found the 

chat log where I had once given her the code

But when she entered itcorrectly this timethe door still refused to open

In that instant, her mind cleared

She realized I had changed the password

Panic surged through her. She dialed my number in a hurry

The number you have dialed is currently switched off.” 

Her shouts went unanswered. Her calls met only silence. Finally, in desperation, Agnes smashed a pane of glass and climbed 

inside

Frank, you’ve gone too far!” 

Storming up to the bedroom on the second floor, she flung the door open, only to find the room empty

Then her gaze fell on the desk

There lay the freshly signed divorce papers

The sight knocked the strength from her legs. She staggered back a few steps, breath shallow, as if something vital had been 

ripped out of her

Until that moment, no matter what I did, she had never once believed I would truly leave her. But confronted with the divorce 

agreement, fear gripped her heart for the first time

Frantic, she snatched up her phone and dialed me again and again, nearly hysterical

But while she had been lingering at the door, fumbling over the door code, I was already en route to the airport. By now, I was close to boarding

For more than ten minutes, she called nonstop before realizing it was useless. Desperation drove her to reach out to nearly every contact she had, exhausting all her resources until, at last, near dawn, a friend brought news

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Agnes, I found him. Frank bought a ticket to Marshlowe. He left last night. You can’t get through because he’s probably still on the plane.” 

After a sleepless night, her face was ashen. At the news, she rushed to book the earliest possible flight to Marshlowe

But the weather turned against her. Delays stacked one upon another, and by the time she boarded, it was already afternoon

She tried calling me again during that time. The moment I saw her name flash on my screen, I blocked it without hesitation

I refused to let her intrude on the journey I had longed for

What I never expected, though, was that the first familiar face I would encounter in Marshlowe was Nicholas’s

I had just arrived at an outdoor ski resort. After a smooth run down the slope, a group of men suddenly rushed from the edge of 

the trail. One of them swung a heavy stick against my head

Darkness swallowed me

When I opened my eyes again, my wrists and ankles were bound. I was lying inside a nearly abandoned wooden cabin

The first thing I saw was a face I recognizedAgnes’s assistant, Nicholas

A bruise swelled across his pale cheek, a vivid handprint standing out against the skin

The corners of his mouth twisted into a grotesque smile

Well, well, Frank. Who would’ve thought we’d meet again in a foreign land?” 

His warped expression sent a chill through me. A sense of dread coiled in my gut

Keeping my face calm, I glanced down as discreetly as I could

The tiny camera clipped to my chestthe one I’d meant only to record my travelswas still on. Nicholas hadn’t noticed

I let out a slow breath, then steadied myself

Not interesting at all 

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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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