His Bride, Her Revenge-Chapter 90: The Lost Heir

The throne room trembled beneath Cambria’s boots.

Smoke and shadows clung to the broken columns like ghosts refusing to be exorcised. Shattered glass glinted like stars fallen to earth, and the scent of ozone, blood, and fear permeated every breath.

At the center of it all, Evelyn stood tall alive, burning with a terrifying serenity. Subject One knelt beside her like a loyal beast, while the perfected soldiers’ soulless, genetically crafted weapons formed a circle around them.

"Evelyn," Cambria whispered, disbelief and fury tightening her throat. "You died. I saw your body."

"You saw what I wanted you to see," Evelyn replied, voice calm as a still sea before the storm. "I had to disappear to reclaim what was mine."

Cambria stepped forward. Maddox, barely conscious behind her, stirred with a groan. Blood stained his shirt, but he gritted his teeth and pulled himself upright with the help of a broken pillar.

"Yours?" Cambria scoffed. "This throne was never yours."

Evelyn’s eyes shimmered, not with rage but with something more dangerous than calculated conviction. "Oh, Cambria. You still don’t understand, do you? I am not just the heir. I am the origin. The firstborn of the bloodline. The rightful Queen."

Cambria’s heart dropped. "That’s impossible. My mother "

" Was your surrogate," Evelyn interrupted, slicing through the truth like a blade. "A vessel for what Lucien created. He took me as the true heir and locked me away when I began to question him. You were his weapon. It was his mistake."

"No," Cambria whispered, a shudder coursing through her body. "You’re lying."

"Check the vault," Evelyn said. "The Red Archive. Ask it who the original heir was. The answer will scream in your bones."

The perfected soldiers took a synchronized step forward, responding to a silent command. Cambria stood her ground.

"Why now?" she demanded, hand tightening on the hilt of her blade. "Why reveal yourself?"

"Because Project Pandora is complete," Evelyn said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "The chaos, the war, the deception all led to this moment. And now, I’ve taken back what was stolen."

The throne.

The kingdom.

The future.

Cambria narrowed her eyes. "You think you can lead them?"

"I don’t need to lead," Evelyn said. "I only need to finish what Lucien started. The world must be remade purged of the rot, the weakness, the lies. And it begins here."

Subject One rose behind her, its gaze locked on Cambria like a wolf ready to tear into its prey. It didn’t attack. Not yet.

"You think power gives you the right?" Cambria said, voice rising. "But the real power isn’t control. It’s a sacrifice. It’s a choice."

"Spare me the speech," Evelyn said coldly. "You’ve played your part. And now, you’ll step aside."

"I don’t step aside for tyrants," Cambria growled.

In a flash, the perfected soldiers launched forward.

Cambria braced, slashing through the first attacker with a cry. Maddox sprang up beside her, staggering but determined, drawing his blade as he cut down another.

The room erupted into chaos.

Blood and steel clashed as Cambria and Maddox fought back-to-back. The perfected soldiers were faster and stronger but not invincible. Every move Cambria made was calculated, desperate, and driven by fire.

Still, they were outnumbered.

A blade grazed her arm. Another struck Maddox’s side. They were bleeding, tiring but not broken.

Evelyn watched from the dais, her eyes glowing with triumph.

"You can’t win," she called above the clash of battle. "You were made to obey, Cambria. Even now, your blood calls to the throne. To me."

"I make my own fate," Cambria snarled.

Suddenly, Subject One moved faster than any of the others. It leaped, landing between Cambria and Maddox with inhuman grace. Before Cambria could react, it struck Maddox with a crushing blow, sending him sprawling into the wall.

"Maddox!" she screamed.

But Subject One didn’t press the attack. It turned to Cambria... and bowed.

"My Queen," it rasped again.

Evelyn’s smile faltered.

"No," she hissed. "You belong to me!"

Subject One looked at Evelyn, then back at Cambria. Confusion rippled through its strange, glowing eyes.

"I... was made... for her," it said slowly, pointing at Cambria. "She is the heart."

Evelyn’s control was fracturing.

"Obey me!" she shouted. "I am your creator!"

"No," Subject One whispered. "She is the lost one. She is the light in the dark."

Evelyn’s face contorted. She drew a blade from her waist. "Then I’ll erase you both."

Subject One turned and shielded Cambria as Evelyn lunged. Steel met bone, a shriek of agony filled the chamber, and Subject One crumpled to the floor, protecting the one it had chosen.

"Why?" Cambria whispered, kneeling beside it.

Its voice was fading. "Because... you still see... hope."

Cambria’s vision blurred with tears as she pressed her hand to its wound. But it was too late. Subject One was dying.

Behind her, Evelyn screamed and charged.

Cambria rose with fury in her bones. This time, she didn’t flinch.

She met Evelyn’s blade with her own, and the clash shook the chamber. Sparks flew. Blood spilled.

The sisters, one forged by deception, the other by sacrifice, fought in a storm of memory and fire.

"You were always jealous," Evelyn hissed as their swords locked. "You were given everything: power, love, loyalty. I was locked away in the dark."

"I didn’t ask for this!" Cambria cried. "But I’ll fight for it!"

Evelyn pushed forward, eyes burning. "Then die for it!"

Suddenly, the floor cracked beneath them. A hidden chamber, destabilized by the battle, collapsed.

Both women fell

into the darkness below.

Below the throne room...

Cambria awoke to silence and dust.

The fall had broken through layers of the palace’s foundation, opening into a chamber lined with ancient stone and glowing sigils blood-red and humming with arcane energy.

Evelyn lay across from her, blood on her brow, groaning.

They were alone.

"Where... are we?" Cambria asked, coughing as she sat up.

Evelyn’s eyes widened as she looked around. "No... this isn’t possible..."

Cambria turned slowly.

At the center of the chamber stood a sealed crystal tomb.

A body floated inside preserved in a cocoon of blue energy. A woman with the same eyes as both of them.

A crown rested at her feet.

The inscription above the tomb read:

"Here lies Seraphine Vale, the true heir, the lost Queen. Her blood shall awaken the Empire once more."

Cambria’s blood ran cold.

Vale.

Her true last name.

Not Blackwood.

Not Stone.

Vale.

Seraphine... was not her great-grandmother.

She was her mother.

The crystal tomb pulsed.

And then, slowly, it began to crack.

Evelyn backed away in horror. "She’s waking up."

Cambria stood still, breath caught.

The lost heir...

...wasn’t Evelyn.

Wasn’t Cambria.

She was still alive.

As Seraphine’s tomb begins to open, the real origin of Project Pandora is about to be revealed. Cambria must confront the terrifying possibility that neither she nor Evelyn were ever meant to rule. The mother they never knew is waking up and she may not be on their side.