The Scarred Queen's Rise (Athena) novel Chapter 676

Chapter 676

Chapter 676

But when Xander took in the scene inside, his tense expression relaxed.

Ronan’s eyes were wide open in death, a clean slash across his throat sending blood pooling across the floor.

Kendra, faint–hearted and unaccustomed to such bloody scenes, gasped in horror, instinctively covered her mouth, and hid behind Xander.

But Xander unceremoniously yanked her out and flung her to the ground.

Kendra was thrown right in front of Ronan’s corpse. Frightened out of her wits, she scrambled backward on hands and knees, screaming, “Father, save me.”

She was the mastermind behind all this evil, yet she recoiled from the very sight of her own handiwork. What a sickening irony.

“Now, I’d like to hear exactly what’s going on here,” Xander said coldly, though the scene before him had already made everything

clear.

The so–called catching them red–handed was just a sham–the real aim was to threaten Xander.

That entire birthday party was a complete sham. It was clearly a trap set for Alexandra.

‘How dare they scheme against my mother–this is absolutely unforgivable,‘ he wondered.

Xander had expected Issac and Kendra to finally realize their mistakes.

To Xander’s shock, Kendra crawled to his feet, desperately clutching at the hem of his robe as she wept, “Xander, I beg you–please save me. I can’t marry into Nortcold. You’re my only hope.

“Xander, as long as you take me as your concubine, I swear not a word of what happened today will ever get out. I will be eternally grateful for your kindness.”

Her shamelessness defied all imagination. Her scheme exposed, she didn’t even think to apologize how dare she still try to threaten.

Athena strode forward and seized Kendra by the hair. A sharp cry of pain tore from Kendra as agony shot through her scalp.

Before Kendra’s cry could even fully escape her lips, Athena gave her a resounding slap across the face.

The slap landed with such force that Kendra saw stars, her cheek burning with stinging pain.

Driven by paternal fury, Issac pointed at Athena and bellowed, “Even as the Princess Consort, you have no right to strike my daughter without cause.”

Athena ignored him completely and delivered another stinging slap across Kendra’s face.

After being slapped twice in a row, Kendra curled into a ball, clutching her face. Her eyes, fixed on Athena, burned with hatred and

terror.

“Don’t think a mere beating is all you deserve today–I could kill you right now and it would be justified.

“If it weren’t for your upcoming political marriage, do you really think the Xander Manor would let you off so easily?” Athena pointed at Ronan’s corpse and hissed, “See how he died? That’s exactly what’s waiting for you.

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Chapter 676

The sheer ferocity of Athena’s demeanor struck Kendra and Issac dumb with terror.

Too scared to confront Athena directly, Kendra turned desperately to Alexandra and begged, her voice trembling, “Mrs. Cavendish, please say something. Save me, please.”

Alexandra let out a soft sigh, her face clouded with sorrow. She extended her hand, and her handmaiden hurried to help her to her

feet.

Alexandra strode up to Kendra. Kendra looked up at her with hopeful eyes–only to be met with a stinging slap across the face, mirroring Athena’s earlier action.

Alexandra glared furiously and shouted, “You ungrateful wretch. After all the kindness I’ve shown you–treating you differently from others because your mother died so young–is this how you repay me?”

Alexandra put every ounce of her strength into that slap. She now hated Kendra as deeply as she had once loved her.

However, before delivering the slap, Alexandra deliberately removed her ornamental finger guards.

If Kendra’s face were marred, she wouldn’t be eligible to marry into Nortcold.

“From this day forth, the Xander Manor severs all ties with Issac’s household. You are on your own now,” Alexandra declared coldly, shooting Kendra an icy glare before allowing her attendants to escort her from the chamber.

Xander said coldly, “Nortcold is thousands of miles away–you’ll likely never return in this lifetime. The old king may be on his last legs, but all his sons are young and vigorous. Your so–called ‘good fortune‘ is only just beginning.”

Nortcold’s custom was special. If a father died, his son could marry his queen. Should that son die, his uncles would be next to claim her.

At the thought of those brutal men, Kendra felt chilled to the bone.

Trembling with fear, she hugged herself tightly, muttering incessantly, “No, I won’t marry into Nortcold. I wor” ”

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