Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 688

The rest of their story unfolded like the perfect romance. They fell in love beneath the osmanthus tree, with Barley as their witness, vowing to spend their lives together.

Caspian wrote to his family, declaring his intention to marry Cynthia. Instead of a blessing, he received devastating news: his father and brothers had been killed. The family was collapsing.

The main branch teetered on the brink of ruin while the secondary branches circled like vultures. The uncles he had known as kind men suddenly turned vicious. Assassins flooded Vindrell City. In the end, Cynthia risked her own life to smuggle him out of town.

On the night they parted, Caspian made The Six-Year Promise. He swore he would return to marry her within six years.

For those six years, Caspian slept with one eye open. The carefree boy transformed into a ruthless, calculating strategist. He fought tooth and nail, dismantling the treacherous branches and seizing absolute control of the family.

He thought that once he reached the pinnacle of power, he would be free to do as he pleased. But reality was brutal. The internal family strife was merely the preamble; the true war was against rival dynasties. The Ravenshire Group was too massive for one man to carry alone.

His relatives begged him to marry into the Sterling family, overseas aristocrats who controlled half the world's energy reserves. Helena, the eldest daughter, favored him. The union would secure the Ravenshires for a century.

In the sixth year, he broke his promise. He chose the family.

By then, he was hardened and cold. He married Helena purely for power and never once set foot in The Sterling Wing. In his twisted logic, he believed this meant he hadn't truly betrayed Cynthia.

But in the seventh year, the news hit him like a physical blow: Cynthia had married a man from her theater troupe.

Caspian lost his mind. He abandoned everything and rushed back to Vindrell City, but Cynthia refused to see him. By then, he had the power to tear down the city walls, yet at her single word of refusal, he stood outside her wooden door for an entire night.

It was April again, the rain falling endlessly. Barley was gone, and the door remained firmly shut.

Every April after that, he returned to the alley. For four years, he waited.

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