Her Gilded Revenge For Stolen Fate novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49

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Vivian felt no guilt at all. Missed opportunities could come back like a death sentence, cutting sharply and leaving nowhere to flee or hide.

After all, if the King lost his temper, it could spell disaster for millions. Even after living two lives, she could not bear such consequences. It was far safer to move forward carefully, one step at a time.

Celia and Sylvia still had debts to pay anyway. The System sighed in slight disappointment, then quickly shifted its tone and showered Vivian with praise.

It had never expected this move from her. Vivian had Judith hide on the rooftop of the Sanctuary of Peace, find the perfect angle, and drop that old tile. It struck Celia’s twisted silver bracelet precisely, instantly exposing her secret.

The Festival of Fortune did not draw thousands, but there were still several hundred guests at the Sanctuary of Peace. Most were high–ranking officials and nobles, each with their own maids and carriages.

For Judith, staying out of sight was easy. The old tile fell at exactly the right moment, hurt no one, and no member of the royal family suspected a thing. In fact, everything went even more smoothly than Vivian had imagined.

“Host, Celia has been grounded and ordered to copy the family rules. She probably won’t appear for a few days. How are you planning to reclaim your Fortune Points?” the System asked.

Vivian toyed with her pearl bracelet, a faint smile playing on her lips. She said, “Do you think they will behave once they are both grounded? They despise me to their bones. They’ll do whatever it takes to get rid of me.”

Memories from her previous life were vivid, and Vivian knew all too well the schemes Sylvia and Celia were capable of.

Lately, Celia’s luck had been abysmal. She kept hitting dead ends at every turn. With the Cuckoo Child’s greedy, predatory nature, she would only become more obsessed with stealing Vivian’s Fortune.

Celia believed that if she had claimed Vivian’s Fortune, her own luck would have turned around. She had forgotten that once composure was lost, mistakes multiplied, moves became sloppy, and the entire plan unraveled.

The System’s voice revealed its concern. It asked, “So, what are they planning to do?”

As Vivian strolled toward Maple Yard, she explained, “Now that I’ve turned 16, even though my name is registered under my stepmother, Sylvia can still interfere with my marriage plans.

If I am married off from the Snyder family into the hands of her trusted allies, I will be at their mercy. They can shape me however they please.” Her fingertips brushed against the rose leaves, eyes glinting with sarcasm.

A few days ago, Beatrice had promised Vivian she would replace all the maids in Maple Yard, including the maid who had betrayed her in her previous life.

If Vivian was right, that maid probably still had the poetry manuscript where she and Charles had shared their secret feelings.

The System asked, “Host, aren’t you going to deal with this threat?”

Vivian smiled faintly and said, “No rush,” plucking a rose leaf and crushing it in her palm.

“Let my dear Mom enjoy her little triumph for now. If she reveals her true colors too soon, it will be tricky for me to strike back,” she added. “I’ll be leaving the manor shortly.”

The System looked puzzled, unsure of what Vivian was planning.

“After doing someone such a big favor, I should at least get a little something in return,” Vivian said. She put on her veiled

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hat, with Judith following close behind, and they set off in a carriage for the Hunting Palace.

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Enoch hated the restrictions of palace life, so he spent most of the year at the Hunting Palace. Chances were high that Vivian would find him there if she decided to visit.

Vivian waited by the stone lions at the entrance. The guard on duty recognized her and hurried inside to announce her arrival.

A moment later, he respectfully led her into the study. Enoch sat at his desk, head lowered, flipping through military reports. He didn’t glance at Vivian, clearly leaving her waiting on purpose.

Vivian remained unfazed. She curtsied gracefully and then straightened, standing composed with not a trace of impatience. Enoch looked up, drumming his fingers on the desk with a muted thud, which made the silence in the room feel heavier.

“People don’t show up here for no reason, Miss Snyder. What brings you today?” he asked.

“Your Highness, back at the Sanctuary of Peace, you asked me about the porcelain bottle. There were too many eyes and ears. around, so I thought I’d explain everything to you in private,” Vivian replied.

Vivian said directly, her tone respectful but carrying a hint of familiarity, “The mixture was brewed from Wild Mustard and strong liquor to help plants grow faster. I put it in a soapstone bottle and brought it to the blessing altar.

“Your Highness, after that, nothing escapes you, so I won’t waste your time with unnecessary details.”

Enoch was famous for being cold and ruthless, but after a few encounters, Vivian realized that while he was certainly aloof, his sense of integrity far surpassed Xavier’s.

As long as she didn’t cross his boundaries, Enoch wouldn’t harm her. In fact, he was surprisingly reliable to work with.

“Soapstone?” Enoch repeated quietly.

Vivian explained with a smile, “Soapstone is so soft that even a gentle girl like me could crush it with her bare hands. Once it crumbles into powder and falls to the ground, the wind sweeps it away. No one would ever find a trace.”

Enoch’s eyes darkened, growing sharper and more intense. In an instant, he stood, strode over to Vivian, and clamped her chin between his fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Miss Snyder, you’ve been working hard to get close to me. What are you after?” he demanded.

His voice was icy, almost polite on the surface, but beneath it lurked a deadly undertone that could send shivers down anyone’s spine. Vivian knew Enoch had blood on his hands and could be seriously considering taking her life right now. She remained composed and replied, “Your Highness, you once gave me the token for Moonbay Abbey, so I could ask Hadley to save my little brother’s life. I am truly grateful, and I want to do something in return for you.”

“Repay me?” Enoch asked. His eyes narrowed as he leaned closer, his presence pressing in on Vivian.

They were so close that their breaths mingled. Vivian felt a shiver of discomfort and instinctively tried to turn away, but Enoch’s other hand landed on her shoulder, holding her firmly in place.

Enoch sneered, “The Friesian was payback, saving someone in the Imperial Menagerie was payback, and even the Silvermoon Twinbloom at the Sanctuary of Peace was your way of repaying me? Miss Snyder, you really are generous.”

Enoch let out a cold, mocking laugh, clearly unconvinced. His lashes flickered, casting a shadow over his sharp gaze. Vivian paused, weighing her words carefully, and added, “Your Highness, there is something I would like to ask of you today.”

Enoch acted as if he had anticipated this. He released her, creating a slight distance between them, and asked, “And what would that be?”

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“Your Highness, as you know, marriage isn’t something we decide. It is arranged by parents and matchmakers. My mother Sylvia wants me to marry her nephew Charles, but I have no desire to go through with that,” Vivian explained.

She spoke with an unnerving calm, as if discussing someone else’s marriage rather than her own.

“So, what is your plan?” Enoch asked.

“Your Highness, Charles has a maid, and I need you to find her and have her detained,” Vivian replied.

The only person Vivian truly trusted was Judith. Judith was an exceptional assassin and unbeatable in combat, but tracking people down was not her strongest skill.

Vivian needed to locate the maid, Celine, as quickly as possible. Celine bore a striking resemblance to Celia, almost like at perfect twin, and she was now pregnant.