The Scarred Queen's Rise (Athena) novel Chapter 259

Ever since she married into the Monson family, Fiona had been walking on eggshells, terrified of making even the slightest

mistake.

She might not excel at much else, but when it came to business, Fiona was a real whiz.

Now that this opportunity to prove herself had finally come, Fiona could not possibly let it slip away.

Besides, Fiona had adored Nicolas, she’d been smitten from the very first moment she laid eyes on him.

Nicolas’s gaze warmed slightly with newfound interest. “You… truly don’t mind? But that’s your wedding gifts we’re talking about.”

Fiona gently took his hand, her face glowing with tender devotion. “As your wife, I belong to you in every way. Money is just a worldly possession. If it can help you, it would be my greatest privilege.”

“Fiona, I’m relieved you see it that way.” Nicolas’s tense expression softened as he turned his hand to gently squeeze Fiona’s, his touch warm and reassuring.

Fiona blushed under Nicolas’s burning gaze.

She turned her face away, but Nicolas gripped her chin firmly. With a suggestive undertone, he declared, “I shall stay with you tonight.”

Ever since Fiona gave birth to Cedric, Nicolas had been sleeping in his study instead of her room.

This was the first time Nicolas had stayed overnight in Fiona’s chambers for a long time.

Fiona’s cheeks turned crimson as she nodded shyly. “I’ll have the servants prepare a fine dinner with good wine,” she said softly.

Nicolas released her hand and said gently, “And have a hot bath prepared.”

“Understood,” Fiona murmured, her cheeks flushed crimson as she bowed her head and withdrew.

Word spread through the Fall Chamber that Nicolas would be staying the night. The whole courtyard was buzzing with excitement, as if a grand celebration were about to begin.

After dinner, Nicolas went to take a bath.

Despite having already given birth, Fiona was still so nervous she didn’t know what to do.

Huddled beneath the quilt, Fiona’s fingers unconsciously traced her lower abdomen.

A few faint stretch marks still lingered there, refusing to fade even now.

Fiona couldn’t help but think, ‘Will; Nicolas scorn me if he saw those marks?

‘But then again, every woman gets stretch marks after giving birth. It’s just part of being a mother.

‘Nicolas should understand.

Just as Fiona was anxiously waiting, Nicolas emerged from his bath.

His jet–black hair cascaded over his shoulders, the tips still glistening with moisture.

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Chapter 259

Every subtle expression and gesture radiated the cultivated grace of a noble scholar.

Yet he exuded a commanding presence, tinged with a hint of danger.

It was natural for women to be drawn to him.

Fiona loved Nicolas with every fiber of her being. Despite his indifference, nothing could dampen her devotion to him.

Fiona sat up as the thin blanket draped over her graceful silhouette.

Her delicate complexion glowed with a healthy flush, a clear sign of the impeccable care she received at the Monson family.

Though not a breathtaking beauty, she had dignified features and an aristocratic elegance, like a flower born to grace and luxury.

Her serene and dignified face radiated reassurance, instantly putting people at ease.

Eloise had remarked that a woman like Fiona was destined to bring prosperity to her husband, that was precisely why she had arranged for Nicolas to marry her.

A surge of warmth flooded Nicolas’s chest as he strode toward her.

No man could possibly resist her charms.

Even he was no exception.

The candles in the outer chamber were extinguished, leaving only the dim glow of lamplight in the bedchamber.

The maids and elderly servants outside exchanged knowing smiles and discreetly withdrew.

A wife’s status was only secure with her husband’s favor. That was how noble households operated.

Moments later, Nicolas strode out of the chamber, his face dark and stormy.

The elderly maidservant’s face registered alarm. Sensing something was amiss, she rushed into the chamber.

There sat Fiona on the bed, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

“My lady,” Sirena Madron hurried forward, her voice laced with concern. “What has upset Lord Nicolas?”

Fiona looked mortified, her hands instinctively covering her lower abdomen, burning with shame and resentment.

Her worst fear had come true.

Nicolas’s gaze lingered on the faint stretch marks. His expression darkened instantly. He abruptly stood up and, barely glar

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officia‘‘

Wit

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