From the day I was sent to Fensville, I knew I wouldn't return alive. It was worse than I had imagined, like a living hell!
Rashes spread across my face, and my lower body felt as if it were splitting apart.
I had lost all strength to endure.
Throughout the three years as a hostage, Huston had not even looked at me once. I wrote countless pleas for help, all falling on deaf ears.
How could I still hold onto hope as I lay on my deathbed?
The biggest mistake of my life was staying here for the sake of so-called love after my conquest.
I coughed up blood, and Melanie panicked, trying to stop the bleeding, but it was futile.
"If I were given another chance, I wouldn't stay."
"Your Highness!"
Images from the past flooded my mind.
In my previous life, I was an orphan who suddenly traveled to the Glar Dynasty after a car accident. A system appeared in my head, urging me to win over the devoted male lead, Huston.
To prevent the second male lead from becoming a stepping stone for the main couple's love, I intervened.
As the novel approached its climax, a coup erupted in the palace, blood flowing like rivers. Huston didn't shield the female lead but instead came to find me.