From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1425: 655 Prospects_5 Chapter 1425: 655 Prospects_5 At three in the morning, the whole island was engulfed in an eerie silence.

The moonlight fell silently, seeping through the screen and casting a hazy pattern on the bed.

On the bed, Princess Randa’s face sported an unnatural flush.

She subconsciously groped at her nightgown and rolled restlessly on the bed.

At some point, the two guards at the door had collapsed onto the floor.

At the end of the corridor, a faint tap of footsteps echoed.

As the motion-sensitive lights blinked on and off, a figure clad in a white robe slowly approached.

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The man stood at the entrance of the room, adjusted his hat with a lift of his hand, and pushed open the room door with a smile.

After he entered, the two guards lying on the ground were taken away, and two more took their place at the door.

Inside the room, Prince Jonathan watched the woman on the bed, her clothes disarrayed and her face flush, irresistibly reaching out to touch her cheek.

“Your Highness, you are truly beautiful,” he murmured.

Randa opened her eyes, saw who was in front of her, and had a start of awareness.

Just as she was about to curse vociferously, what trickled out instead was an embarrassingly soft moan.

An icy chill seized her heart.

She had underestimated this prince’s utter rascality.

“You…

you drugged me?”

She mustered all her strength to throw an accusation at him, raising her hand to slap his face, but he captured her hand easily, carressing it gently.

“How about marrying me, Princess?” he proposed.

“I can offer you the status of a queen consort, promising you a lifetime of honor and glory.”

“You…

dream…

on…” Randa’s eyes sparkled with fury.

“You promiscuous harlot, what right do you have to refuse me?” Prince Jonathan gently stroked her slender neck with a smile.

Suddenly, his eyes darkened, and his hand shot out to grip her throat.

He pressed himself against her hair, taking a deep breath.

Randa could hardly breathe, cursing this perverted man in her heart.

“I’m not asking for your consent.

Since you don’t appreciate what I’m offering, there’s no need for me to be considerate anymore, Princess.

Tonight, you Can’t refuse.”

Prince Jonathan let go of his grip, and Randa gasped for breath.

He stood up, savouring Randa’s disarray, and slowly began to remove his long robe.

Despair filled Randa’s eyes.

As a princess, she was being forced by a detestable man–it was utterly humiliating.

She vowed to herself that she would rip this man into pieces.

Hate filled Randa’s eyes, but at this moment, powerless on the bed, she was as defenseless as a fish on a chopping board.

As the man bent down to reach her, Randa suddenly bit viciously into his windpipe.

His eyes glistened with excitement as he petted her smooth, porcelain skin.

“This is your mark left on me; I’ll take it as you saying…” His words stopped abruptly.

He was suddenly grabbed and thrown into a corner, dazed.

Randa stared at the face that had suddenly appeared before her, murmuring, “Am I…

hallucinating?

Julius, why are you here?”

Randa raised her arm, wanting to touch the face, but was stopped by a hand with a faint chill.

“Don’t speak.” A medicament was stuffed into her mouth.

Randa spat out the medicine defiantly and embraced the young man passionately, burying her face into his chest and sobbed convulsively.

“Sob…

why did you come so late?

I’ll definitely hold you accountable,” she cried.

The window was left wide open, a vast swath of moonlight flooded in, casting a pure luminance on the ground.

The young man was taken aback but after a moment, he gently patted her back, “I’m sorry, I arrived late.”

When he became aware of the woman’s mischievous hands, his face rustled with cold, and he forcefully pushed her away, “Your Highness, compose yourself.”

“Your cold demeanor is so charming…” Randa murmured in a dazed and loving tone.

Aubree had no time to explain this to her.

Prince Jonathan had regained his senses and was darting out.

Aubree flicked a table lamp on the bedside table with his foot, and it hit Prince Jonathan’s shin.

The prince collapsed onto the ground.

Aubree forced another pill into Princess Randa’s mouth, “This is the last one.”

He released Randa and turned to face Prince Jonathan.

Prince Jonathan cried out, “Guards, guards, a murderer is after me!”

“Prince, you’ve truly disgraced yourself this time.

You’ve completely tarnished Percival’s reputation.

No wonder the general and the Holy Master don’t support you.

It seems they already knew of your character flaws and that you are unfit for this task,” Aubree mocked.