Chapter 770
In “Fake Girl 770,” the story unfolds with a tense confrontation between Maisie and Nova, highlighting themes of jealousy and cruelty. Maisie approaches Nova with disdain, accusing her of casting a spell on the King. The scene quickly escalates as Maisie’s maids force Nova to kneel and a violent altercation ensues, leaving the nanny injured and Nova in a state of panic. The emotional weight of helplessness and fear is palpable as Nova, once a silent observer, is now subjected to Maisie’s relentless aggression.
Maisie’s jealousy manifests in physical violence as she slaps Nova and crushes her hand underfoot, reveling in her power over her rival. The brutality of the moment is underscored by Nova’s silent suffering and tears, symbolizing her struggle against the cruelty she faces. As Maisie destroys Nova’s embroidery frame, a representation of her past achievements, the emotional stakes rise, showcasing the depths of Maisie’s malice and the despair it brings to Nova.
The arrival of the King, Ray, shifts the narrative dramatically. His immediate concern for Nova’s well-being contrasts sharply with Maisie’s earlier actions, revealing her fear and regret as she attempts to manipulate the situation. Ray’s protective instincts kick in as he orders medical attention for Nova, demonstrating his compassion and authority. The tension escalates as Maisie realizes the gravity of her actions and attempts to feign remorse, only to find herself at the mercy of Ray’s judgment.
As Ray confronts Maisie, the power dynamics shift dramatically. Initially, she hopes for leniency, but Ray’s chilling request for her eyes transforms the atmosphere into one of horror. The story culminates in a brutal act of violence that leaves readers grappling with the consequences of jealousy and the lengths to which power can corrupt. The haunting final moments, as Maisie’s eyes are presented to Ray, serve as a grim reminder of the story’s darker themes and the ultimate price of betrayal and cruelty.
**TITLE: Fake Girl 770 p>
Maisie strode towards Nova, her expression radiating arrogance and contempt.
The disdain in her eyes was palpable, like a storm brewing on the horizon. “How dare a mute like you cast a spell on the King? You’re inviting your own demise,” she spat, her voice dripping with venom.
With a flick of her wrist, two maids sprang into action, their movements sharp and efficient. They seized Nova, yanking her forward and forcing her to kneel on the cold, unforgiving ground.
“You can’t treat Nova like this!” The nanny’s voice broke through the tension, laced with desperation and fear. Her heart raced as she witnessed the unfolding cruelty.
But before she could say another word, Maisie’s loyal confidant delivered a swift kick to the nanny’s chest.
The impact sent the poor woman sprawling to the floor, a gasp escaping her lips as blood trickled from her mouth.
Nova’s heart raced with panic, her mind screaming for help. She shook her head vigorously, her hands moving in frantic gestures, her eyes wide with pleading. *Please, don’t hurt the nanny,* they seemed to say.
Tears streamed down her face, each drop a testament to her helplessness. Once, she had been a mere shadow, a silent observer in a world that overlooked her. Now, however, she had clawed her way into the corridors of power, and yet here she was, reduced to this.
Fueled by jealousy, Maisie struck Nova across the face with a vicious slap.
The sharpness of her nails left angry red scratches on Nova’s delicate skin, a cruel reminder of the pain inflicted.
Nova instinctively covered her face, collapsing to the ground, her features twisted in agony, unable to voice her suffering.
“You wretched creature, you’re unworthy of being a consort,” Maisie hissed, her foot rising ominously. With a forceful stomp, she crushed Nova’s hand beneath her heel, reveling in the power she wielded. “Let’s see how you charm the King now, with fingers broken and useless p>
As she pressed down mercilessly, the sound of bones cracking filled the air, mingling with Nova’s silent cries of torment.
A wave of satisfaction washed over Maisie, her heart swelling as she watched Nova writhe in pain.
Her eyes fell upon an embroidery frame nearby, a symbol of Nova’s previous accomplishments. With a malicious grin, she picked up a pair of scissors and began to shred the fabric into confetti-like pieces, each snip a strike against her rival’s spirit.
Still unsatisfied, she kicked the frame with all her might, splintering it into a pile of worthless debris.
Nova whimpered, shaking her head in a frantic plea for mercy, but Maisie was relentless, tossing the remnants of the embroidery frame out of the hall with a satisfying crash.
Just then, a high-pitched voice rang out from outside. “The King has arrived p>
Panic washed over Maisie, draining the color from her face.
“What is the King doing back? Didn’t he leave the palace?” she stammered, her mind racing. If she hadn’t known Ray had departed, she would never have dared to unleash such cruelty.
A dark figure surged into the room, and Ray entered with an icy demeanor, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the hall.
His sharp gaze swept over the scene, landing on Nova, who lay crumpled on the floor, her fingers a gruesome mess of blood and pain.
Maisie’s heart dropped, her panic escalating as she realized the gravity of her actions.
Her legs trembled beneath her, collapsing into a kneel as she stuttered, “Your Majesty p>
Before Ray could utter a word, she burst into tears, her voice quaking with false contrition. “Your Majesty, I… I didn’t mean for this to happen! I was just trying to befriend Nova, but she fell and hurt herself. Please, punish me instead p>
Ray’s gaze hardened as he took in Nova’s pale face, the bright red marks marring her features.
A bloody bruise marred her delicate skin, and at that moment, something within him snapped.
He rushed forward, scooping Nova into his arms, his voice laced with urgency. “Call for the imperial physician! Now p>
Without a backward glance at Maisie, he carried Nova out of the hall, leaving her to stew in her own dread.
The imperial physician arrived swiftly, and Ray confronted him, his expression a storm of concern. “Will this injury leave a scar on Nova’s face p>
The physician approached cautiously, examining the damage with meticulous care.
Turning to Ray, he bowed deeply, his hands trembling slightly. “Your Majesty, the injury is serious. If not treated properly, it is likely to leave a scar p>
“I order you to ensure that Nova’s face remains unblemished, no matter the cost,” Ray commanded, each word a growl of intensity.
The physician nodded vigorously, fear evident in his eyes. “Yes, Your Majesty p>
Ray lingered only until he was assured that Nova was receiving the care she needed, then he quietly exited the hall.
As he stepped outside, he turned to the royal attendant, his voice low and steady. “Bring Maisie to me p>
The attendant’s heart raced at the ominous tone, knowing that Maisie had crossed a line that could not be uncrossed.
With trepidation, he departed to fetch her.
Before long, Maisie was brought before Ray, her demeanor a stark contrast to the confident woman she had been moments before.
He sat regally on a chair, a glass of wine in hand, sipping it leisurely, but the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Maisie felt a cold sweat break out on her brow as she knelt before him, crawling a few desperate steps closer. “Your Majesty, I was wrong. I see that now p>
She bowed her head repeatedly, each kowtow growing more frantic until blood began to trickle from her forehead.
Finally, Ray’s gaze flicked to her, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “Maisie, why do you appear so frantic p>
She hesitated, her heart racing as she looked up at him, confusion etched on her face.
*Could it be that he isn’t here to punish me p>
His smile was disarming, and for a moment, she dared to hope.
“Your Majesty, are you no longer angry with me?” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Angry? How could I be?” Ray chuckled softly, his eyes warm with affection. “You are my favorite concubine. How could I possibly punish you for a minor misstep p>
As he spoke, his gaze bore into hers, and she felt a rush of warmth.
He had always been drawn to her because her eyes mirrored those of Athena, a haunting reminder of a past love.
He approached her, an almost tender expression on his face as he reached out to caress her cheek.
Maisie’s heart raced, a mix of excitement and dread flooding her veins. *Could it be true p>
But then, in a chilling whisper, Ray’s voice turned icy. “Maisie, if I desired something from you, would you be willing to give it to me p>
“Your Majesty, as long as you’re not angry, I would do anything for you,” she declared boldly, her heart swelling with emotion.
She looked up at him, a shy smile gracing her lips. “I adore you p>
“Then I want those eyes of yours,” he stated, his tone casual yet ominous.
Maisie blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “You’re joking, right? My eyes are part of me. How could I p>
But her laughter faded as horror dawned upon her, the realization hitting her like a cold wave.
Before she could react, Ray had already pushed her back, and several royal attendants seized her arms, holding her down with a vice-like grip. “What are you doing? You can’t treat me like this! My brother is your great general!” she screamed, panic rising in her chest.
Ray’s expression darkened at her shrill voice, irritation flaring within him.
The royal attendant exchanged glances with two young eunuchs, who stepped forward, tightening their grip on Maisie as the attendant brandished a dagger from the tray.
With a swift, ruthless motion, he plunged the dagger towards Maisie’s eyes.
Screams filled the hall, echoing with her agony as she writhed on the floor, the sound a haunting melody of despair.
Her eyes, once vibrant and full of life, were presented on a tray, a macabre offering to the King.
Ray glanced at them, his expression void of any emotion, disappointment etched into his features. “Why don’t they resemble hers? Dispose of them and feed them to the dogs p>
In the aftermath of the brutal confrontation, the air in the hall was thick with a heavy silence, reverberating with the echoes of Maisie’s screams and the shattering of her ambitions. Nova, though battered and broken, had emerged from the darkness of her suffering with a newfound sense of resilience. The King’s swift action to protect her, to ensure her beauty remained unscathed, had ignited a flicker of hope within her. No longer would she be the silent observer; she had been seen, truly seen, and that validation was a powerful balm for her wounded spirit. With each tear that fell, she felt the weight of her past begin to lift, replaced by the promise of a future where she would no longer cower in fear.
As Ray turned his back on Maisie’s fate, a chilling finality hung in the air. The cruel irony of her desperate pleas contrasted sharply with the gruesome reality she had created for herself. In her quest for power and dominance, she had only succeeded in sealing her own doom. The King’s indifference to her suffering was a stark reminder that cruelty breeds its own destruction. Nova, now cradled in Ray’s protective embrace, understood that true strength lies not in the ability to inflict pain, but in the courage to rise above it. With the remnants of her past scattered like the shredded embroidery, she resolved to forge a new identity, one that would honor her journey and the scars that told her story.
In the next chapter of *Fake Girl 770*, the aftermath of Ray’s chilling decision will reverberate through the palace, leaving both allies and enemies in turmoil. As the echoes of Maisie’s screams fade, the court will be abuzz with whispers of betrayal and fear, each noble questioning their own safety in the face of Ray’s newfound ruthlessness. Nova, still recovering from her harrowing ordeal, will find herself at a crossroads, grappling with the implications of her silent power and the dangerous game she is now entangled in. Will she rise from the ashes of her suffering, or will the shadows of her past continue to haunt her?
Meanwhile, Ray’s transformation into a tyrant may not go unnoticed. Old alliances will begin to fracture as those who once followed him blindly start to plot against him, fearing that his thirst for power will lead to their own downfall. Nova, caught in the eye of this brewing storm, may become an unexpected catalyst for change. As she begins to harness her abilities, her voice—once silenced—might emerge as a force that could challenge the very foundation of the palace. Will she dare to confront Ray, or will she choose to bide her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike?
As the chapter unfolds, expect tension to escalate and loyalties to be tested. The stakes will rise higher than ever, and the question of who truly holds the power in the palace will become increasingly ambiguous. Prepare for shocking revelations, fierce confrontations, and the possibility of redemption as Nova navigates the treacherous waters of court intrigue and personal vengeance. What alliances will form, and who will ultimately pay the price in this deadly game of thrones?
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