How To Get Revenge On My Sister Who Stole My Husband (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 100

“Again, you’re shifting all the blame onto my selfishness like that. Then who do you think I killed so many people for? It was because I loved you—I wanted you on the throne!”

“…Love me? You?”

“Yes! I loved you, and that’s why I wanted you to rise to the highest position in this world! Did you really think I didn’t know how you suffered from inferiority, always caught between your talented older sister and your younger sister? Did you think I didn’t realize your inner struggle—torn between caring for them as family and wishing they’d just vanish—every time you, the Emperor’s only son, had to fight so hard for the throne?”

“….”

“So I killed them! Because I hated those women who made you suffer! Because if I’d just stood by, you might have foolishly lost everything that was rightfully yours!”

The Princess Consort raised her voice, speaking of a love she’d never truly felt for him.

Her words were so flimsy that anyone with half a thought would see them as nothing but sophistry. She had attacked Princess Liz long before the Prince was even engaged to her—let alone met her—and even if that weren’t the case, no act of violence could ever be justified merely by claiming it was meant to ease a loved one’s feelings of inadequacy. Besides, she didn’t even love him.

Yet, the more the Princess Consort spoke her sophistry, the more the Prince’s gaze grew hazy as he looked at her. Her brainwashing had struck a vulnerable spot in his heart. He asked her back in a dazed voice,

“…Was it really like that?”

“Yes! Didn’t you feel the same way? You never wanted to be pushed aside by them—to end up as some peripheral royal with nothing but an empty ducal title and a pathetic fief!”

“…Right. That’s true… I might not mind about Older Sister Liz, but I never wanted to be overshadowed even by Ella. No matter what, I’m her older brother… the rightful heir…”

When the Prince nodded in agreement, the Princess Consort’s smile deepened. She gently stroked his pale cheek and continued in a seductive tone.

“That’s right. You are the Emperor’s only son—the Prince of this Empire. Only you deserve to sit upon its throne. And only I, my family, and Marquis Uston can help you achieve that.”

“…Is that so? But… Mother said they were criminals. She said the same about you too…”

“No. Right now, Her Majesty is being deceived. That girl—your younger sister, Princess Ella—and your nephew Elliott Haven have bewitched the Emperor… using a most impure form of magic.”

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