I Was Hoping She Would Notice but again Now When She Did... Im Tired - Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Kill
Celestia’s voice, soft but deadly, sliced through the air like a knife.

“…What do you think you’re doing, sister-in-law?”

Her golden eyes were glacial, voice trembling not with fear, but with rage.

Rose didn’t stop.

Even after hearing Celestia’s voice, her hands tightened on the back of Lucian’s head, keeping him locked in place.

Lucian was struggling now, shocked beyond words, his body stiff as if paralyzed afraid that pushing her away too forcefully might hurt her.

But Celestia saw it all.

And it sent her over the edge.

Rose’s gaze flickered to her just for a second, from the corner of her eye.

A flicker.

A moment of mockery?

Was she… enjoying this?

Something in Celestia snapped.

“You… you BITCH!”

Her fury exploded. She launched toward Rose, ready to tear her apart.

I’LL KILL YOU.

—

“This is bad this is REALLY bad.”

Melonora’s instincts screamed at her as she saw Celestia move.

Celestia wasn’t just angry she was murderous.

If Celestia got her hands on Rose

Forget war. This was an extinction-level event.

That monster in human skin had wiped out entire bloodlines for touching his sister.

This?

This was a thousand times worse.

If something happened here

God knows what kind of catastrophe Lucian might unleash this time.

Melonora bolted.

She threw herself between them, shielding Lucian and Rose behind her back, her arms spread wide.

“Princess, stop!” she urged, voice strained. “You can’t”

“Get out of my way, you useless woman!” Celestia hissed, her golden eyes burning.

She tried to sidestep Melonora, her body tense with uncontainable fury.

Melonora’s stomach dropped.

This wasn’t just rage.

This was obsession.

And Celestia was about to break.

“Forgive me, Princess,” Melonora muttered under her breath. “But I can’t let this happen.”

She lunged at Celestia, gripping her waist, trying to restrain her.

But Celestia’s reaction was instant.

An elbow struck Melonora’s chin hard.

Pain exploded in her skull, her body reeling back.

Before she could even recover

I am black belt BITCHH

Celestia whipped around and slammed a brutal right jab into her jaw.

THUD.

Everything went black.

Melonora’s body collapsed.

—-

Celestia wasn’t thinking anymore.

All she could see was Rose.

And Lucian.

And the fact that Rose had stolen something from her.

Something that should have belonged to her.

Lucian’s first kiss.

HIS FIRST KISS.

Celestia had waited.

She could have taken it before.

In the restaurant.

That night, when she had the chance.

But she had held back.

Because she wanted it to be real.

To be perfect.

To be hers.

And now—

Now it was gone.

Ripped away from her.

By that woman.

Celestia’s chest tightened.

Her breath came in ragged, trembling gasps.

“Lucian… my Lucian…”

Her fingernails dug into her palm.

Rose had taken what should have been hers.

Lucian belonged to her.

He was only hers.

Why…

Why is this happening?

No one no one deserved Lucian except her.

Celestia’s rage twisted into something else.

Possession.

Obsession.

And murderous intent.

Her golden eyes flickered dangerously.

Her hands twitched.

She wanted to tear Rose apart.

She took a deep breath.

And moved.

—

Lucian staggered back, his breath ragged, chest rising and falling heavily as if he had just emerged from a battle.

His fingers twitched at his sides, his body tense like he wanted to reach out but didn’t even know why.

His gaze was locked onto Rose.

“…Rose, you…”

His voice was hoarse, uneven, struggling to find something anything that could make sense of what had just happened.

Rose’s breathing was still fast, erratic.

Hahh… hahh…

Her chest rose and fell, her fingers gripping the fabric beneath her.

She had done it.

I finally did it.

She had only one thought running through her mind.

Lucian.

Lucian’s brows furrowed, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something, but his thoughts were too tangled, too conflicted.

His chest ached with something deep, something he wasn’t ready to name.

“…Why?”

The word fell softly, but it held weight.

A quiet, heavy question not out of anger, not out of accusation, but out of genuine confusion.

He don’t know what to feel about it

Why? didn’t rose hated him?he thought

He wasn’t lashing out.

He wasn’t demanding answers.

But his eyes those stormy, conflicted eyes were searching her face, looking for something.

For a reason.

For an explanation.

Did she mean it?

Was it a mistake?

What did she want from this?

Rose felt her stomach twist, her heart pounding painfully in her chest.

She expected shock.

She expected distance.

But she didn’t expect that look in his eyes.

That deep, aching, conflicted confusion.

And for some reason…

It hurt.

She could feel Celestia’s killing intent.

She could feel Olivia’s silent horror.

But none of it mattered.

Only Lucian’s expression.

At first, she wanted to brush it off.

Maybe cross her arms.

Maybe tilt her chin, smirk.

Maybe say

“Don’t overthink it. I just”

But she stopped.

Because even she didn’t have an answer.

Yes.

She did it to earn his trust.

To prove she was on his side.

But then why did her chest feel tight?

Why did it sting when he pulled away?

Why did it feel like she had just lost something?

Her emotions twisted painfully.

Frustration. Regret.

And something deeper.

Something she wasn’t ready to name.

She wasn’t ready to admit that the kiss meant anything.

Not to Lucian.

Not to herself.

Behind them, Celestia’s entire body trembled.

Are they… ignoring me?

Her golden eyes burned with something feral. Her clenched fists shook violently, nails digging into her palm.

How dare they?

She had watched the kiss happen right in front of her eyes, and now now they were lost in their own world? Like she didn’t even exist?

Lucian was too deep in his own head to notice, his mind spinning out of control. The warmth of Rose’s lips still lingered, and it sent his thoughts spiraling.

Rose, however, wasn’t thinking anymore.

She didn’t care about Celestia.

She didn’t care about anything.

All she could see, all she could feel was Lucian.

“Have your way then,” Celestia muttered, her voice laced with icy venom.

Her eyes darted around the room sharp, calculating.

she spotted a large pot on the side table.

Then, without hesitation

Before anyone could react, she grabbed it.

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