Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon’s Love



Dressed in elaborate and dignified attire, Charlotte exuded an air of royalty and even cuteness in her princess gown.

Yet, her face was as vicious as a demon that crawled out from hell, instilling fear in anyone who looked at her.

The maid outside the door trembled when she heard the screams from within. She was too afraid to approach and knock.

Arthur, Juliana, and Theodore had no idea about the princess' temperament, but as the maid who took care of her, how could she not know?

She dared not enter, but if she delayed reporting to the princess, she would meet an even worse fate.

After weighing her options, the maid trembled as she gently knocked on the door.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Charlotte's heart leaped at the sound of the knock. She immediately changed her demeanor to appear trembling and pitiful.

Her ability to put on an act was astonishing, even surpassing the skill of theatre actors.

"C-Come in."

Charlotte said with tears in her eyes as she looked toward the door. With permission granted, the maid carefully opened the door.

When Charlotte realized that it was not the person she was expecting, her expression darkened.

"Where's my mother? Did you not tell her that her daughter was being tormented by nightmares and needs her right now?

"Or do you think that now the real princess has returned, I'm going to be overthrown, so you don't regard me with any importance anymore?"

She sternly asked, causing the maid to kneel on the ground and tremble as she tried to explain, "No, no, no, Your Highness. I'm forever loyal to you. Please believe me!"

Charlotte's temper had become increasingly unpredictable recently. One wrong move and she might be banished from the palace forever.

The maid's strong survival instincts drove her to beg desperately, but Charlotte simply responded with a cold snort.

"Is that so? Why didn't you bring my mother here, then?"

She walked up to the maid and

patted her face, causing the maid to

had

shiver uncontrollably as she said with a tearful voice, "Forgive me, Your Highness. When I went there, the steward said that the queen gone to Princess Velda's quarters to sleep."

The maid was digging her own grave. She knew how much the fake princess hated the real princess, yet she still dared say such a thing to her face. It seemed like she was tired of living.

"N-No, I misspoke. It's not Princess Velda, it's the commoner."

Trying to rectify her mistake, the maid grasped at straws. She hoped to say something that would please Charlotte. Charlotte knew that her mother would not come tonight, so she did not want to waste any more time with this maid.

She stared at her coldly, her words dripping with threat. "Enough. You may leave now. If anyone askse about what happened here tonight, do you know what to say?

The maid trembled at her words, nodding repeatedly as she stood up.

"Yes, Your Highness. I'll take my leave now. Good night, Princess Charlotte."

The maid scurried out as if she were fleeing, finding it difficult to serve such a capricious princess.

Silence enveloped the room. Charlotte waited until after the maid had gone far enough to pick up a secret phone and make a call.

On the other end of the phone, the person who saw her number grew somewhat impatient, but they still answered the phone. "What is it now?"

Hearing the person's tone of annoyance, the anger in Charlotte's chest flared up once again.