Her Gilded Revenge For Stolen Fate novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48

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Sylvia kept telling herself to keep up the perfect motherly act, careful not to give anyone reason to doubt her. She hadn’t. expected Vivian’s biting words, which struck directly at Celia, accusing her of defying the crown.

If that claim stuck, even though Celia was Flora’s eldest daughter, her standing in the Snyder family would plummet to the lowest point.

Sylvia’s concern got the better of her. She couldn’t help but argue with Vivian, her emotions flaring, and all her usual composure vanished.

Vivian looked at her, showing disappointment as she shook her head. She said, “Mom, what more can you say? The Wheel of Fate was spun twice, and the results speak for themselves. Even Celia didn’t deny it. So why do you keep calling me vicious?

“Mom, sometimes I don’t understand. I’m your daughter, yet to you, I’m always in the wrong. No matter what I do, you never approve.

“But Celia? She doesn’t have to do anything, and yet she gets all your love and attention. Does being the eldest really change how you feel about your own child, or is it just you who treats things this way?”

Vivian’s questions dripped with resentment, cornering Sylvia and making her heart race with anxiety.

Sylvia stumbled back, and in her panic, she met Beatrice’s piercing gaze. It felt as if all her strength had been drained. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud.

Normally, Quentin would have been the first to rush to her side, worried sick, if only out of their childhood bond and the fact that she had once saved his life. But today, he didn’t even flinch.

A chill ran through Sylvia as she hugged herself, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably. Beatrice slammed her cane against the floor, the sharp crack echoing through the tense silence.

Beatrice snapped, “Sylvia, you are Vivian’s mother, yet you have treated her with nothing but coldness, breaking her heart.

“As Celia’s stepmother, you indulged her, letting her develop these twisted ideas. Out of respect for your honesty and for saving Quentin’s life, I have always spared your dignity.

“But if I do not rein you in now, the Snyder family will descend into chaos. Stay in Emerald Garden and reflect. You may return only when you have truly understood your mistakes. No more reckless behavior.”

‘Wait, is she putting me under house arrest?‘ Sylvia thought, her heart sinking. She could barely rise, her face full of misery as she knelt and bowed to Beatrice, tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked so pitiful that it was almost heartbreaking.

“Guards, take Sylvia back to Emerald Garden!” Beatrice commanded, her voice ringing through the hall.

The maids waiting outside had no idea what was happening, but when they saw Sylvia crying uncontrollably, looking utterly ruined, they froze in stunned silence.

For years, Flora had been in poor health, leaving Sylvia to run the household herself. In the Snyder family, Sylvia held real authority. At her command, all kinds of gold, silver, jewels, and fine fabrics were sent to Emerald Garden.

Her status was second only to Flora’s. Even without the Duchess’s title, she wielded nearly all the power, and Celia, the eldest daughter, treated her like family.

The maids always fawned over those in power and trampled on the weak. No one dared disrèspect her. Yet now, all the reputation Sylvia had painstakingly built was ripped away by Beatrice in an instant.

She was put firmly back in her place. She was just a concubine. No matter how high she had climbed, she would never reach the level of the true lady of the house.

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Sylvia was certain the maids were whispering about her behind her back, and her sobs grew even louder. Two hefty matrons positioned themselves on either side, seized her arms, and hauled her away.

Once everyone had left, Beatrice looked between Celia and Vivian, her expression stern and displeased. In a deep, commanding voice, she asked, “Celia, was Vivian treating you unfairly?”

Celia’s face twitched as she shook her head. Then, she said, “No, Grandma. I lost my head for a moment and made a mistake.”

“And the bracelet?” Beatrice pressed.

Celia reached into her robe and pulled out the shattered remains of the twisted silver bracelet. The thin silver shell was hollow, and inside were fragments of broken black magnetite. It was further proof that Vivian had been telling the truth.

Beatrice scanned the room and said coldly, “No one is to speak of what happened today. Not a single soul outside this room should ever hear. Understood?”

Everyone quickly agreed, their voices overlapping. None of them was a fool. They knew Celia had committed an act that could be seen as high treason, and if word got out, the entire Snyder family could be implicated. This was deadly serious.

Beatrice gave Vivian a meaningful look, and Vivian instantly understood that Beatrice wanted to protect Celia.

It made sense. Celia was the Snyder family’s celebrated eldest daughter, mentored by a top scholar from a young age. She had risked her life twice, giving her own blood to save her mother, and her story of selfless devotion was known throughout Aurestus.

Beatrice wasn’t about to throw Celia away over a single misstep. She had watched her grow up with her own eyes, and even without a blood relation, she was willing to give her a chance at redemption.

“Celia, copy the family rules three hundred times,” Beatrice said, her tone casual but firm.

Now that her secret had been exposed and everyone saw her for the self–serving person she truly was, Celia could no longer maintain her usual calm, unbothered facade.

She dared not defy Beatrice and mumbled a quiet yes, but inside, her heart burned with hatred for Vivian.

If Vivian hadn’t interfered, even with the twisted silver bracelet smashed by an old tile, the Queen Mother would never have noticed the magnetite hidden inside. There was no way she would have forced Celia to spin the Wheel of Fate a second time.

The second spin meant one thing: nothing she wanted would ever come true. She had hit rock bottom. It was a far cry from the days when everyone called her “Fortune’s Favorite“.

Even now, every time Celia closed her eyes, that humiliating scene replayed over and over in her mind.

The Queen Mother stared at the Wheel of Fate without blinking, as if she could not believe what she was seeing. She even instructed her maid to double–check the result.

Nothing changed. The look in the Queen Mother’s eyes turned cold, and every trace of fondness for Celia vanished. For the first time, it hit Celia like a ton of bricks. She had fallen straight from heaven into hell.

Celia stumbled away, her steps unsteady. As her figure faded into the distance, the System suddenly popped up with a notification: [Celia Snyder’s Fortune Points: 71]

Vivian’s round eyes widened in shock. She could not believe that Celia’s Fortune Points had dropped five points in a row. Just one more point, and she could snatch another Golden Plume.

“System, you said that once I got past this hurdle, even if I replaced Celia as the lucky one, her Fortune Points wouldn’t change much. So why did they drop so drastically?” Vivian asked.

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The System paused for a moment before explaining. “In just a few days, you’ve taken back three major advantages from her. First, there is the Manual of Agriculture that Daphne sent to Maple Yard.

“Second, Celia used to be called Fortune’s Favorite because of the Silvermoon Twinbloom, but now that title belongs to Enoch, which severely reduced her Fortune Points. Third. Celia lost the Queen Mother’s favor and the willingness to arrange a marriage for her.

These consecutive setbacks caused Celia to lose the support of her powerful backers and effectively ruined her future. If you had exposed her tricks at the Sanctuary of Peace, you might have already secured your second Golden Plume.”

The System didn’t mention to Vivian that the biggest hit to Celia’s Fortune Points came from the second factor. In her previous life, Enoch never became the King, and Xavier had taken the throne. This change had likely altered the future of Veronia as well.

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