The Lady Nun Vows Revenge novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

A sharp, mocking voice dripped through the dins chamber like poison. “Well, well, what’s the matter, sis! Not gonna eat? Come on, don’t be shy

now.”

Eliza Stonor lay sprawled across the cold stone floor, bloody and bruised, barely breathing from chains clinked softly as she shifted–every weak movement met with resistance.

They looped right around her neck and limbs, keeping her pinned like a caged beast,

Across from her stood Sophie Stonor, dressed in cheerful buster–yellow gown that felt almost obscene in the gloomy room.

She held a bowl of dog food, swaying it lightly in her hands, grinning as if she were teasing a pet instead of tormenting her own sister,

Sophie clicked her tongue in exaggerated disappointment, then turned to the maid behind her, “God, look at her. She can’t even play dead right, let alone act like a proper mutt. And I’m feeding her myself–what more does she want?”

The maid didn’t hesitate. She stepped forward and landed a vicious kick to Eliza’s side. A choked grunt slipped from Eliza’s lips.

Sucking up, the maid added with a sneer, “My lady, don’t waste your time. This bitch probably still thinks she’s the Duke’s precious little princess Dreaming of silks and titles while lying in her own filth”

Sophie let out a cold bugh, the sound sharp enough to cut glass. “Eliza Stonor? Princess? Please. Even Father and the boys won’t acknowledge her anymore. Being my dog is the best she’ll ever be. She should be thanking me,

“But no.

She

e just doesn’t know what’s good for her

Sophie ground her heel into Eliza’s land. A sickening crack echoed in the room, followed by a muffled whimper.

Sophie leaned down, voice low and deadly. “One last chance, Eliza. Hand over the pendant

Eliza’s vision blurred, but a faint, bitter smile rugged at her lips. “Sophie… in your dreams.”

That pendant was her mother’s last gift her only tether to a love long gone. She’d die before letting Sophie lay a finger on it

“You stubborn bitch!” Sophie snapped, eyes blazing. “You really wanna die that hadn‘

At that moment, the chamber door flew open with a thunderous slam. Several figures rushed in, their shadows slicing across the floor like blades.

Sophie spun around fast, panic flashing in her eyes. She shoved the bowl into the maid’s arms, who quickly stashed it out of sight.

And just like that, Sophie’s face morphed into a picture of innocence

She bounced forward, voice syrupy sweet. “Father! Brothers! What are you all doing here?”

The newcomers were none other than Gabriel Stonor, Duke of Mowbay of Bortenland, and his four sons.

The Duke–all, broad, and commanding–carried the air of a man used to being obeyed.

His sons, every one of them cut from the same mold, were strikingly handsome and carried themselves with an aristocratic ease that demanded.

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Some looked cold, some a bit wicked, but the moment Sophie called out in that soft, sugary voice, even the harshest among them softened,

1. their expressions warming as they looked at her.

Dylan Stonor, the second eldest, barely glanced at Eliza’s crumpled form before turning to Sophie. “So, Sophie–did she give it back yet? pendant

It wasn’t stolen! I didn’t steal it It’s minet Eliza wanted to scream, but her lips wouldn’t move.

Her voice, like everything else she once had, had been stripped away.

*Sophie let out a long, wrary sigh, ber voler soft but brimming with heartache.

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Her eyes glistened as she whispered, “Eliza. She knew how much that pendant meant to mr–it’s the only thing I have left from Mother. My only

lly don’t know what che in do…

begged her, over and over, but she just wouldn’t give it back. I’ve tried everything. I really

Her voice trembled at the end, catching in her throat. Tears threatened to spill, and the weight of her pain fell heavy over the room.

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Dylan clenched his fists. The sorrow in Sophie’s voice hit him like a punch to the gut.

“Eliza Stonor,” he said sharply, fury barely contained beneath the surface. “I can’t even begin to describe how disappointed Lam in you?

At the doorway, the third eldest, Matthew Stonor, narrowed his eyes, the shadows sharpening across

In one swift, fluid motion, cold steel flashed in his hand as his blade slid free, “You’ve got some damn nerve. You really think we’re just gonna stand around and let you screw with us?

“If you’re not gonna talk, I’ll start cutting. One hand for the first question. Still stubborn? Then the feet go next. You stole from Sophie–I wanna ser if your bones are as damn tough as your attitude.”

“That’s enough.” Benedict Stonor’s voice cut clean through the tension, calm and authoritative. “Someone saw her. Right before she was dragged back, she panicked… and swallowed something”

Eliza froze. A flicker of fear crossed her face, just for a moment–but it was enough. Her eyes darted to the side. She was caught

“You swallowed it?? Dylan shouted, eyes wide with disbelief. “Are you insane! You’d rather swallow the pendant than give it back to Sophie!!”

Fliza let out a dry, manic laugh. Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, “Vest I am insane! What choice did I have!

Silence fell Faces turned grim. Even Anthony Stonor, the fourth brother, usually cold as marble, looked :

Sophie’s voice broke the stillness, soft but aching “Father… I miss Mother”

In that moment, Eliza saw it—a shift in Cabriel’s expression, a crack in his composed facade. He hesitated.

And just like that, she knew. She’d lost.

Gabriel closed his eyes, letting out a long, weary sigh. “Eliza… don’t hold it against your brothers. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me.”

his throat. “T His voice dropped, rough with regret. “If there’s a next life and you’re born as my daughter again-“he paused, the words earching in his thre swear. Ei make it right. I won’t fail you a second time.”

Eliza let out a bitter laugh, her lips curling into a twisted smile, tears and blood mingling as they ran down her cheeks.

And as the cold blade sliced through her abdomen, her last breath left her in silence. The gendant–buried deep inside her–suddenly lit up, glowing with a berce, radiant light, as if her final breath had sparked something eternal within it

A warm breeze floated through the sprawling halls of the Duke of Moshay’s estate, carrying with it the scent of jasmine and the faint buzz of

wis daughters were to cel Today, the usually composed household was alive with activity. All of Haven City knew that the Duke’s two daughters were to celebrate their coming–of–age ceremony–an event the capital had been whispering about for weeks.

Far from the commotion, deep inside the inner chambers, a girl, barely fifteen, whimpered in her sleep. “No… please, don‘…