Chapter 660
Chapter 660
The arrow whistled through the air. Michael stood his ground, making no move to evade as Xander’s arrow sliced toward him.
But in a bizarre twist, the arrow merely grated past Michael’s ear, only to strike down the arrow behind him with pinpoint accuracy. The other two cars found their mark–one in his thigh, the other in his arm.
“Attack” Xander barked, Instantly, soldiers erupted from the surrounding hillsides, flooding the terrain and clashing fiercely with the assassins hidden in
the woods.
Nicolas saw Willow collapse to the ground, an arrow piercing clean through her chest.
Still clinging to life, Willow gasped for breath. With trembling effort, she reached out to Nicolas, crimson bubbles forming at her lips as her mouth opened and closed. “N Nicolas, s–save me p>
Nicolas’s brows knitted into a tight knot. Gnashing his tooth in fury, he spat, “idiot, why did you go and get yourself killed p>
“Nicolas?” Willow gasped in disbelief. He had never scolded her before.
“Hadn’t Nicolas always doted on me the most? Willow thought in disbelief.
Nicolas’s face twisted with fury, veins bulging as he ground out through gritted teeth, “If it weren’t for the cannons, do you really think i would’ve treated you so well? Too bad all those ideas of yours are now useless to me. You’re nothing but a fool–utterly pathetic”
After casting one final, indifferent glance at Willow, Nicolas turned on his heel and strode away without a second thought
Under the protection of his assassins, Nicolas switly cut through the enemy lines.
Deep in the mountain woods, a
a carriage stood waiting
Nicolas climbed into the carriage, only to find Fiona and Cedric waiting inside, the
their faces pale with lear
Nicolas’s face darkened with menace as he hissed, “Do as you’re told, or I’ll make you wish you were dead. ”
Fiona lowered her head, her face ashen, a bitter, self–mocking smile on her lips. “You only keep us around because Cedric carries your bloodline. You’re still obsessed with reclaiming your throne, aren’t you p>
SMACK, Nicolas struck Fiona hard across the face. Fiona tumbled into the carriage, and Cedric, terrified, burst into sobs
Cedric threw himself at Fiona’s feet, sobbing “Mommy p>
Cedric tried to help Fiona up, but he was just too little–no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn’t move her at all.
Though trembling with fear, Cedric still charged at Nicolas, pounding on him with his tiny fists. “You’re a bad guy,” he cried, his voice shaking with fear and anger.
Fed up with Cedric’s pummeling, Nicolas seized the boy’s hand and snarled, “if you weren’t my own flesh and blood, you’d have been dead long ago. Hmph
Nicolas hurled Cedric to the floor, the boy slamming against the carriage wall as he burst into pained wails.
“Cedric,” Fiona whispered, her heart aching as she pulled the trembling boy into her arms. They clung to each other, shak controllably.
The carriage tore through the wilderness, yet Nicolas remained completely unconcerned about any pursuers.
Nicolas thought confidently, “My assassins are fiercely loyal–they’d surely keep Xander’s men at bay
Nicolas shot a contemptuous glance at Fiona and Cedric, who were huddled together. “You’ve raised my son to be such a coward–what an utter disgrace
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to my name p>
Nicolas scoffed, poured himself a cup of coffee, and drained it in one gulp.
Fiona shot Nicolas a cautious glance. As he drained the coffee, a peculiar glint flickered in her eyes.
Before long, Nicolas’s face twisted in agony as he clutched his stomach.
Nicolas’s eyes widened in horror as
or as he stared at Fiona. “Y–you bitch, wh what did you put in the coffee? ”
Fiona smirked, “Poison, of course p>
“You actually poisoned me?” Nicolas staggered forward in shock, but Fiona was quicker–she pulled a dagger from beneath the carriage seat and, without hesitation, plunged it straight into his chest.
The dagger plunged into his chest. Nicolas gaped in shock as blood poured from the wound. He opened his mouth, yet not a single sound escaped,
Indifferently, Fiona stabbed the dagger into Nicolas’s chest, over and over, until he breathed his last.
The violent commotion inside the carriage finally alerted the coachman. The carriage screeched to a halt. The coachman flung open the door, took in the horrific scene inside, and bellowed, “Oh, no, His Highness”
The next second, the coachman lunged at Fiona with a roar. “ll kill you.” he shouted.
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Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.