The Lady Nun Vows Revenge novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A coming–of–age ceremony? Seriously? The thought struck Eliza like a jolt. Didn’t I already go through that nightmare ages agoť

She could still feel the sting of that day–sharp and cold, like a blade etched deep into her soul.

The mocking laughter of the guests. Her brother’s venom–laced jabs. Her fiance’s cold, merciless withdrawal. And worst of all, the crushing disappointment in her parents‘ eyes, their words like knives

She’d lived it. Bled from it. And died with the memory still burning in her bones

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“So why the hell is it happening again? Her brows knitted, her chest tightening with confusion. Is Sophie really trying to pull the same dirty trick? What–ruin me all over again, until I break for good!

Eliza’s breath hitched, her whole body trembling as the panic rose. But then–something stopped her cold.

She blinked. Her hands… they were fine. Not a single scar. Not even a scratch

Her heart pounded as she looked down. Her feet were meady, untouched.

Her face paled. No. No way. This… this can’t be real”

Her tendons–every single one–had been cut. She remembered the pain, the screams, the hopelessness. There was no healing from that. None

Something was very wrong. She turned slowly, scanning the room with growing dread. And then recognition began to dawn.

The furniture. The curtains. The scent in the air. Everything matched a place she thought she’d never see again.

Her eyes landed on the old dressing table in the corner. Slowly, hesitantly, she walked toward it. Her reflection emerged in the bronze mirror- clearer with every step.

And what she saw made her breath catch in her throat. A young face. Smooth. Untouched. Not a trace of the disfigurement Sophie had left her with…

Her clothes, her hair–everything screamed innocence. This was her, before the fall. Before the disgrace. Before the pain.

No. It can’t be. Did I come back? Did I really wake up an the day of my coming–of–age ceremony? The thought hit her like thunder.

Her breath came out shaky, almost a laugh. She covered her face with trembling hands, on the verge of hysteria

“That’s right… I died.” Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “I died by Matthew’s blade”

And yet, here she was. Alive, Breathing. Not a ghost–but reborn into the same nightmare she thought she’d escaped.

“Well, ain’t that just perfect, she thought with a bitter smile. “Heaven’s got a twisted sense of humor

She had sworn–sworn on her grave–that she’d never have anything to do with the Stonors again. She was done with them. And now, fate had dragged her right back into their web.

Her teeth sank into her lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. The metallic taste snapped her back into clarity. Her gaze umed icy.

Maybe this was fate’s way of screwing with her. But maybe this was her second shot..

She’d faced death before. Now, she was done being afraid.

Eliza used to be the most favored lady of the Duke’s estate–the apple of everyone’s eye

From the moment she could walk and talk,

k, she had been the treasured little sister to her four older brothers, and the darling princess her father

could never say no to

For the first fifteen years of her life, she lived like a pearl in a golden box–loved, protected, and admired.

But all of that changed the year she turned fifteen, That was when her father returned with a strange little girl and made a shocking announcement this was his long–lost daughter, Sophie Stonor–their younger sister.

From then on, her world began to crumble.

Her father’s warmth toward her grew cold, replaced with an obsession for Sophie. Her brothers, once her knights in shining armor, slowly pulled away from her and lavished their affections on the newcomer instead.

Every smile, every bug, every kind word that used to belong to her now belonged to Sophie

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Chapter 2

Back then, Eliza h had no idea what she’d done wrong. She tried everything–swallowed her pride, groveled, tried harder to please them.

But no matter what she did, it was never enough. All it brought her was pain–endless, soul–crushing pain.

Whenever Sophie so much as teared up. Benedict would drag Eliza out and make her to apologize

Dylan once snapped her arms and legs without blinking. Mathew tortured her like the was some criminal.

And Anthony, the youngest, destroyed her face and smeared her narse until she couldn’t even walk down the street without being spar on

Even her father–her own blood–cast her out of the family without hesitation, erased her from the records, and left her with just five cruel words You’re not fit to be a Stonor

From beloved heiress to disgraced outcast, it took only three years to ruin her completely.

By the end, the had nothing left- -no name, no home, no hope. She’d finally decided to leave Hasen City behind and start fresh somewhere far away, where no one knew who she was

– sent men after

But fate wasn’t done with her just yet. Right before she could leave, Sophie accused her of stealing a jade pendant. The Stonor family s ber, dragged her back in chains, and demanded she hand it over.

Even then, some part of her still hoped–maybe they

ry still care, just a lide… She gambled her last breath on that hope

Eliza drew in a shaky breath, shutting her eyes, tight she forced the memories away

Maybe none of it was ever mine, she thought bitterly. Maybe I was just fooling myself all along. That’s fine. I made the wrong choice in my last life -but this time. 1 won’t repeat my mistakes.

She remembered it clearly. The pendant had been two interlocking emerald hearts–a symbol of unity, of love. But now, only half remained. She searched around frantically but couldn’t find the other piece.

Her gaze returned to the pendant. The break was smooth, too clean to be from a fall.

“Wait a minute… this wasn’t just cracked,” she murmured. “What if… it’s supposed to be like this?”

She stood in a vast, silent realm blanketed in white mist. The air felt still Timeless.

She crouched down and touched the ground. Grass. Cool and real beneath her fingers.

Suppressing her questions for now, the scanned her surroundings. The space wasn’t large. There was a field of soft grass, a crystal–clear stream trickling by, and a simple thatched but wanding quietly in the mist.

There before her, were rare and prized specimens, ginseng, golden root, St. John’s Wort, elderflower, and even the elusive mandrake

Every single one was a rare medicinal herb–priceless treasures in the hands of any healer. And those were just the ones she recognized. There were dozens more that she’d never even seen before.