How To Get Revenge On My Sister Who Stole My Husband (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 92

Yet, he couldn’t repay the money either. Not long ago, he had replaced the diamond in the ring—purchased to propose to Christine—with a fake and sold the real diamond to a jeweler, but no one had yet come forward to buy it. Meanwhile, his debt had snowballed like a rolling avalanche. Trapped in a hopeless situation, he was consumed by despair.

At that moment, a single idea flashed through his mind. Leonard muttered to himself like a madman.

“…Right. Sister, I must use your power to deal with that woman Amber. Then I won’t have to repay the debt, and I can propose to Christine again with a proper diamond ring.”

Immediately afterward, he hurried into the dressing room. From the only wardrobe that hadn’t been ruined, he pulled out an old, worn-out outfit with sleeves too short and changed into it, then rushed toward the Marquis’s study.

* * *

I had a dream.

Perhaps it was the purest time of my life.

A quiet rural village in the western part of the Empire.

There, in a place whose name I can barely recall now, I lived alone with my mother. Unlike me, my mother had a rather unusual appearance. Her eyes—greenish-brown like ripe hazelnuts, with pupils narrow as a snake’s—and her pointed ears marked her as different. Yet she cherished and loved me deeply.

Seated on her lap, I would let her comb through my long, thick reddish-brown hair as she said,

“My dear daughter, I’m glad you didn’t take after me.”

As a child, I didn’t understand what she meant.

I only grasped the meaning of her words about two weeks before my tenth birthday.

“Are you Lilith?”

“Who are you?”

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