Episode-841
Chapter : 1681
"I..." Mina stammered, her face draining of color. "It... it is a private matter."
"Private?" Rosa repeated, the word dripping with icy disdain. "You are the eldest daughter of House Siddik. You are a widow. There is no 'private' when it comes to succession and lineage. A child out of wedlock is a scandal. But that is not what this is, is it?"
Rosa took a step forward. "If it were a guard, you would be ashamed. If it were a merchant, you would be defiant. But you are not ashamed, and you are not defiant. You are terrified."
Mina stepped back, hitting the edge of the desk. "Rosa, stop. Please."
"Who is the father?" Rosa demanded. Her voice was rising now, the cracks in the ice beginning to show. "Tell me his name, Mina."
Mina looked away, biting her lip. "I cannot."
"Cannot? Or will not?" Rosa’s eyes narrowed. "Is it someone forbidden? Someone married?"
Mina remained silent, tears welling in her eyes.
Rosa’s mind worked through the logic with terrifying speed. The timeline. Four months since Ramos. Three months since Jasmin died. Mina’s seclusion began shortly after. Her frequent visits to the manufactory. The shared intellectual interests. The way Lloyd looked at Mina—not with lust, but with a deep, quiet respect that Rosa had always envied.
And then there was the music. The memory of the flute playing in the rain, the song Lloyd had played. The connection between them that Rosa had sensed but dismissed as friendship.
The pieces slammed together, forming a picture so hideous, so painful, that Rosa felt like she had been gutted.
"It is him," Rosa whispered. The strength went out of her legs, and she grabbed the back of a chair to steady herself. Her voice trembled, a mix of fury and heartbreak that sounded like glass breaking. "It is Lloyd."
Mina squeezed her eyes shut, a single tear escaping. She didn't say yes. She didn't have to. Her silence was a confession, loud and damning.
"Look at me!" Rosa screamed, the sound tearing through the library. "Look at me and tell me I am wrong! Tell me it is not my husband!"
Mina opened her eyes. She looked at her sister, her face wet with tears, but her chin lifted. "He is not your husband in anything but name, Rosa. You know that."
The words hit Rosa like a physical blow. She recoiled, her face twisting in pain. "That... that is not for you to decide. He is bound to me. By law. By magic. By the gods."
"He asked for a divorce," Mina said quietly. "He begged you to let him go. You refused. You trapped him."
"I fought for him!" Rosa snarled, ice beginning to creep up the legs of the table she was touching. "I fought for our future! And while I was fighting to save our marriage, you... my own sister... you were stealing him from me?"
"I didn't steal him," Mina said, her voice shaking but firm. "We found each other in the dark. We were both lonely. We were both broken. And you... you were gone, Rosa. Even when you were there, you were gone."
"I was healing!" Rosa cried out. "I was learning how to feel again! I was doing it for him!"
"It was too late," Mina whispered. "It was already too late."
The library was freezing. Frost was blooming across the windows, intricate patterns of ice spreading rapidly across the glass. The temperature had dropped so low that their breath was visible in the air.
Rosa stood amidst the growing cold, her chest heaving. The betrayal cut deeper than any blade she had faced in the shadow wars. This was not just an affair. If it had been a stranger, a random noblewoman, she could have handled it. She would have destroyed the woman politically and forced Lloyd back into line.
But this... this was a usurpation.
Mina was the sister Rosa had looked up to. The steady one. The wise one. And Lloyd... Lloyd was the only man Rosa had ever loved, the man who had thawed her frozen heart. To know that they had turned to each other, that they had created a life together—a child that Rosa had secretly dreamed of having, a symbol of a future she was fighting so hard to build—it was a poison that turned her blood to acid.
"You have taken everything," Rosa whispered, her voice hollow. "You knew. You knew I loved him. You saw me on the mountain. You saw me carry him down. You knew."
Chapter : 1682
"I knew," Mina admitted, her voice choked with guilt. "And I hated myself for it. I tried to stop. We both did. But..."
"But you didn't," Rosa cut her off. "You took advantage of his weakness. Of his grief for Jasmin. You slid into the empty space while I was trying to give him room to breathe."
She looked at Mina’s stomach, her gaze filled with a terrifying mix of longing and hatred. "That child... it should have been mine."
"It is a life, Rosa," Mina said, placing a protective hand over her belly. "It is not a piece of property. It is his child. And mine."
"Yours," Rosa spat the word. "You have no right to him. You are a widow. You are the past. I am his future."
"He doesn't want that future!" Mina shouted, her own temper finally flaring. "Can't you see that? He doesn't love you, Rosa! He hates you. He loathes you. He is with you out of obligation. Out of guilt."
The truth was a spear through Rosa’s heart. She knew it. Deep down, in the places she didn't like to look, she knew it was true. But hearing it spoken aloud, by the woman carrying his child, shattered the fragile reality she had been clinging to.
The pain was unbearable. It was a black fire that burned away her reason, her logic, her restraint. The Ice Queen was dying, and something else was waking up in her place. Something primal. Something possessive.
"Where is he?" Rosa asked. Her voice was devoid of emotion now. It was dead calm, the eye of the storm.
Mina hesitated. "Rosa, please. Don't do this."
"Where. Is. He?" Rosa repeated, the air around her crackling with suppressed power. The ink in the wells on the desk froze solid, cracking the glass containers.
"He is working," Mina said, stepping back. "He is away."
"I will find him," Rosa said. She turned toward the door. "I will find him, and I will end this charade."
"Rosa!" Mina cried out, rushing forward to grab her arm. "Think about the scandal! Think about the family! If you make this public, you destroy everyone! You destroy him!"
Rosa stopped. She looked down at Mina’s hand on her arm. With a slow, deliberate movement, she brushed it off.
"You should have thought about the family before you opened your legs to my husband," Rosa said coldly.
She walked out of the library, the frost trailing behind her like a royal train. She didn't pack a bag. She didn't call for a carriage. She walked straight out of the estate, past the confused servants, past the guards who shivered as she passed.
She stepped onto the lawn. She didn't care about politics anymore. She didn't care about the alliance with Zakaria or the delicate balance of power in the court. She didn't care about dignity.
She summoned her Sovereign power. A platform of solid ice materialized beneath her feet. With a thought, she launched herself into the sky, a streak of blue-white light tearing through the clouds.
She closed her eyes and extended her senses, hunting for the specific, unique signature of Lloyd’s Void power. She knew his energy better than she knew her own heartbeat. She felt the pulse of it, distant, to the north.
Serrum Town. The industrial hub.
She opened her eyes. They were no longer the grey of a winter sky; they were the blue of a glacier that crushed mountains.
"You think you can hide from me?" she whispered to the wind. "You think you can replace me?"
She pushed her power to the limit, the sonic boom of her acceleration shattering the windows of the estate below. She was coming for him. And she was bringing the winter with her.
The sky above the Siddik estate did not just darken; it seemed to shatter.
When Rosa Siddik launched herself from the manicured lawns of her family home, she didn't merely fly. She ascended with the violence of a reverse meteor strike. The sonic boom that announced her departure blew out every window in the estate’s west wing, showering the rose gardens in a confetti of glittering glass. Servants cowered, covering their ears, while the guards on the perimeter walls looked up in terror, watching a streak of blue-white light tear a hole through the afternoon clouds.
Rosa felt none of it. She didn't feel the G-force that should have crushed a normal human’s lungs. She didn't feel the biting wind that whipped her silver hair into a frenzied halo around her face. She felt only the cold, burning acid of betrayal in her gut.