He Sold Me Into Slavery I Returned As Queen Chapter 28
I fed the letter to a candle flame.
Because she couldn’t accept it, she had allowed me to remain in hell.
What did that have to do with me?
At night, the palace was very quiet.
I stood by the window and watched the distant streetlamps light up, one after another.
The lights on the Full Moon Festival fifteen years ago had looked just like that.
Back then, I believed the person holding my hand beneath those lanterns would protect me.
Later, I understood.
The road back was one I could only walk by myself, and the name I had lost was one only I could reclaim.
Cedric studied for fifteen years, hoping to enter the royal court.
Rosalie spent fifteen years chasing someone else’s affection.
And I endured fifteen years in slave yards, my body poisoned by wolfsbane.
I did not ask for them to turn back time. I did not want my father’s regret. I did not need anyone’s pity.
I only wanted every pack to know this:
Ella Raine did not die outside the capital.
She was sold, trampled into the mud, stripped of her name, and had her scent buried beneath wolfsbane.
But she came back alive.
She burned the slave record.
She ended her enemies’ futures before the royal court.
And in the end, with her own hands, she wrote her name back into the world.