Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Endure No More (Special Chapter)
Fiorensia had always been patient. She had endured the humiliation, the betrayal, and the countless schemes meant to strip her of her power.

She had let them believe she was defeated, and played the part of the obedient wife, all while watching them from the shadows. But patience had its limits. And tonight, she had reached hers.

She stood in the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with an unseen force that crackled like a silent storm. Lotisia lay before her, trembling, her body paralyzed by the power Fiorensia had summoned.

The woman’s breath came in ragged gasps, her limbs useless against the invisible grip that held her down.

“You wanted power so desperately,” Fiorensia murmured, her voice calm, almost gentle. “But you never considered the price.”

Lotisia’s eyes widened in fear, her lips parting as if to speak, but no sound came out. Fiorensia had ensured that. This was not a battle of words. It never had been.

She reached forward, pressing a single fingertip to Lotisia’s forehead. The moment their skin made contact, a surge of energy poured from Fiorensia’s body into hers.

It was only a fraction of her cultivation, one-third of her true strength, but it was more than enough.

Lotisia’s body convulsed, her veins turning black as the power invaded her, reshaping her existence. She was strong-willed, but Fiorensia’s power was absolute.

“You will never again harm my sons,” Fiorensia declared.

“From this moment on, you will find yourself lacking, lacking the strength to act, lacking the ability to wield control. You will still play the role of the duchess, but only because I allow it. Once I leave this place, you will remain here, trapped in the life you stole.”

A strangled cry escaped Lotisia’s throat as Fiorensia’s power took root within her. The curse was not just a restriction, it was a punishment.

A silent agony would consume her every time she so much as thought of harming those Fiorensia cherished.

It would not kill her, no. That would be far too merciful. Instead, it would make her suffer in ways beyond imagination.

Fiorensia watched as Lotisia writhed, her body rejecting the power yet unable to resist it. She did not feel pity. This was justice.

Turning away, Fiorensia let out a slow breath, releasing the last of her emotions. There was no longer any need for her to stay here.

The estate that had once been hers was now nothing more than a prison filled with ghosts of what could have been. She would leave.

She would walk away from Ricardo, from the title of duchess, from the life she had once built.

She had already planted the seeds of her revenge, and now, she would ensure that they bloomed into ruin.

Before she left, she stood at the grand entrance of the estate, gazing up at the towering walls that had once felt like home.

The moon cast a cold light upon the stone, and at that moment, she made her final vow.

“This house will fall,” she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of an unbreakable oath. “The Mors Dukedom will crumble. I will not let it stand.”

Then, without another glance, Fiorensia turned and walked away.

Fiorensia did not look back. The estate loomed behind her, its towering walls once a symbol of security, now nothing more than a prison of broken promises and betrayal.

Each step she took away from it felt lighter, as though the chains that had bound her to that cursed place were finally shattering.

The night air was cold, but she did not feel it. The only thing she felt was the simmering fire of vengeance coursing through her veins.

The curse she had placed upon Lotisia was not merely a punishment, it was a warning. A promise that no matter how much power she thought she had stolen, it would never truly be hers.

The guards at the outer gates hesitated when they saw her approach. Though they had sworn loyalty to the Duke, their gazes were filled with uncertainty.

Fiorensia had ruled over this household longer than any of them had served. They had seen her strength, her unshakable presence, and the quiet power she carried with her.

One of the older guards stepped forward. “Duchess…” he began, his voice unsure.

Fiorensia gave him a look that silenced any further protest. “I am no longer your Duchess,” she said, her voice steady.

“You owe me nothing. But remember this, what you serve now is not the true Mors Dukedom.” With that, she walked past them, and not a single one dared to stop her.

She did not take a hovercar. She did not summon servants. She simply walked, her dark cloak billowing behind her as she made her way through the silent streets of the Northern Territory.

She had spent years building this dukedom, molding it into a legacy of power. Now, she would destroy it, piece by piece.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale glow over the empty streets as Fiorensia moved with a quiet purpose.

Each step away from the Mors Estate was a step toward the destruction she had long vowed to bring upon it.

She did not stop, did not falter, as she passed through the noble district where lords and ladies lay in their beds, oblivious to the storm she would one day unleash.

She had once been their Duchess, their guiding force, their silent protector. Now, she would become their reckoning.

A gust of wind swept through the streets, lifting the ends of her cloak as she reached the edge of the territory.

She turned back once, her crimson eyes gleaming under the moonlight. The grand estate stood in the distance, still standing, still breathing, but its fate had already been sealed.

“Let the games begin,” she whispered to the night.

Then, without another word, she vanished into the shadows, leaving behind the past that had wronged her, and stepping into the future where she would reign once more, not as a Duchess, but as something far more powerful.