They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 228 - 228 Shock

Chapter 228: Shock Chapter 228: Shock Uncertainty.

Ebere locked herself in her room, unable to face anyone.

Her father’s death weighed heavily on her, and for the first time in her life, she felt the full impact of what life could be like.

Meanwhile, the Queen Mother had collapsed upon seeing her son dead.

She suffered a heart attack and was now under constant medical care, barely conscious.

Queen Chioma, usually quick to seek out trouble with Nnenna, had grown strangely silent, distant, like she was bottling up excess feelings she couldn’t express.

It seemed even she had been deeply affected.

The rest of the royal siblings weren’t faring much better.

They tried to return to their usual duties, integrating themselves back into work, but their expressions told the truth.

None of them were okay.

None of them could be.

They had attempted to contact Somto, but he remained unreachable.

So, they had no choice but to wait.

However, the person who had taken everything the hardest was Nnenna.

Ever since the day the king had died saving her, she had felt like a different person.

The weight of his sacrifice crushed her, making it impossible to breathe properly.

She had barely recovered from the trauma of being an adopted daughter, unwanted and scorned, and now this.

A new nightmare had begun.

She noticed the way her second brother, Obinna, looked at her now.

His hatred had always been there, simmering beneath the surface, but now it had reached an entirely new level.

He didn’t need to say anything, his burning glares and cold dismissal were enough.

She knew what he was thinking.

The assassins had come for her.

Because of her, their father was dead.

Because of her, the entire family, kingdom, had been put in danger.

And even though no one dared to say it out loud, she could feel the weight of silent accusations from more than just Obinna.

Nnenna was drowning.

It wasn’t just the new wave of hatred from her family, it was the unbearable weight of everything she had lost.

The only person who had known the truth about her origins was dead.

The answers to her past, her real parents, her true identity, everything had died with the king.

And the worst part?

The most excruciating part?

He had died because of her.

She never asked him to save her.

Never begged him to take that fatal blow.

He had chosen to.

And now, she had to carry the unbearable burden of his sacrifice for the rest of her life.

She hadn’t slept.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it.

The sword deep in his chest.

His blood pooling around him.

His final words.

Over and over again, the scene replayed in her mind, tormenting her without mercy.

In her dreams, it was worse, sometimes she was the one holding the sword, sometimes she was the one on the ground, gasping for air.

And sometimes… he didn’t die at all.

Sometimes, he simply stared at her with disappointment in his eyes, silently blaming her.

There were moments, dark, dangerous moments, where she wished she had been the one stabbed instead.

Maybe physical pain would have been easier to endure than the emotional torment ripping her apart.

And as if all of that wasn’t enough, she now had another problem.

The assassins.

She didn’t know who had sent them, but she knew one thing, they wouldn’t stop.

Not until she was dead.

That meant she was a walking target.

How was she supposed to move around the palace?

How was she supposed to go anywhere, do anything, when at any moment, another assassin could come for her?

She wasn’t safe.

Not here.

Not anywhere.

And the terrifying part?

She had no idea what to do next.

A month had passed.

The chaos of that night had settled, and life in the palace slowly returned to a fragile sense of normalcy.

But even though people moved on, even though the castle bustled as if nothing had happened, the weight of the king’s death still hung over them.

It was a fresh wound that had scabbed over, but one scratch would make it bleed again.

Everyone was waiting.

Waiting for Crown Prince Somto to return and take his rightful place on the throne.

But in his absence, power had fallen into the hands of the second prince, Obinna.

And he made sure Nnenna suffered.

Under his rule, her movements were strictly limited.

She was confined to the main castle, unable to set foot outside unless absolutely necessary.

It was a prison, wrapped in the illusion of royal privilege.

At one point, he had even tried to confiscate her phone.

If she hadn’t threatened to contact Prince Carl, the very person who had gifted it to her, ensuring it was linked to his private network, Obinna would have taken it without hesitation.

It was the only thing she had left that kept her connected to the outside world, and he knew it.

His hatred for her burned hotter than ever.

He didn’t just blame her for their father’s death, he despised her for still being alive.

And he made sure she felt it every single day.

Nnenna was no stranger to hardship.

Life had always been difficult, so this was nothing new.

She continued her daily routine, counting down the days until she could finally start university.

One morning, as she stepped outside within the allowed perimeter for her usual jog, something unexpected happened, something that shocked her to her core.

Ebere.

Her sister, whom she hadn’t seen since the burial, came jogging beside her.

For an entire month, Ebere had locked herself away, most likely crying herself to sleep every night.

Nnenna had assumed she was like the rest of the family, blaming her, resenting her.

But now, here she was, running right alongside her, as if nothing had happened.

Nnenna watched in stunned silence as Ebere passed her twice before stopping altogether.

“What are you doing?” Nnenna finally asked, unable to hide her confusion.

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