Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 146

Chapter 41

Suddenly, the door burst open with a deafening crash.

A tangle of limbs tumbled into the room as the eavesdroppers lost their balance.

It was the neighbors from the lower floors.

They scrambled up. talking over one another. “We’re with you, Alice.”

“You saved us from hell, so don’t worry about sending us anywhere else.”

“We’re happier here with you than we ever were alive.”

I slammed my hand on the table and sprang to my feet, planting my hands on my hips with a grin.

“Fine If we’re staying, then I’ve got a score to settle with the four major guilds.”

They tried to kill me. I’m going to make them regret the day they were born.”

The room erupted in cheers and bloodcurdling howls.

They might have looked human now, but they still possessed the terrifying power of S-Rank monsters.

They were even more bloodthirsty than I was. “Let’s hunt! Let’s hunt!”

From that day on, a new legend haunted the game.

Rumors spread of a woman named Alice who led a phantom army.

They didn’t just raid the major guilds. They dismantled them piece by piece.

The four top guilds were beaten into submission and scattered to the winds.

Alice’s name became a whisper of fear and awe.

She eventually founded her own guild, but entry wasn’t for the faint of heart.

She recruited based on character, not stats.

In just three months, it rocketed to the top of the leaderboards.

The guild was known simply as…Blissful Manor.

Chapter 41

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Chapter 1

All it took was her mother accidentally brushing against the custom-made gown of the city’s richest heiress-for Sloane

West’s mother to be dragged away, limbs broken, and thrown into the sea.

When she finally pressed charges against that arrogant debutante, the court ruled the girl not guilty.

Because the defense attorney standing by her side was none other than the founder of the city of Riverstone’s most

prestigious law firm-Sloane’s husband, Declan Hawthorne.

As the trial ended, the poised, aristocratic man with cold eyes walked away from the defendant’s seat and placed an

apology letter on the table in front of her.

“Sloane, just sign it. You wouldn’t want to get sued for slander and end up in jail, would you?”

His tone was gentle and coaxing, but behind the gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were sharp as a blade.

Sloane stared at him, defiant tears brimming in her eyes, her voice trembling. “Why, Declan?”

She couldn’t understand.

She was his wife. He had loved her so fiercely that he gave up his inheritance and endured being locked away by the

Hawthornes-just to marry his former caregiver.

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