The River Bride's Revenge I Won't Save You Twice — Novel

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In a world where love is as treacherous as the river that binds their fates, Penelope Maxwell faces a choice that could shatter her very existence. After pulling the Crown Prince and young lord Homer Rowe from the depths, her life spirals into chaos when the Crown Prince marries another, leaving her alone with a secret and a heart full of betrayal. As the shadows of her past loom ever larger, she must navigate the treacherous waters of loyalty, vengeance, and the haunting memories of a village lost.

Homer, the man who claims to love her, hides dark secrets of his own. His devotion is a double-edged sword, and as Penelope grapples with her grief and the weight of her choices, she discovers the truth: love can be just as deadly as the betrayal that birthed it. With whispers of revenge echoing in her mind, she must confront the brutal reality of a life entwined with a man who holds her fate—and her heart—in his bloodstained hands.

Will Penelope find the strength to reclaim her power, or will she remain a pawn in a game that runs deeper than she ever imagined? In a kingdom where every choice comes at a cost, what price will she pay for her own revenge?

The River Bride's Revenge I Won't Save You TwiceChapter 1

I was an ordinary body collector from Millhaven Village. By chance, I pulled both the Crown Prince and the young lord Homer Rowe from the river, and I became pregnant with the Crown Prince's child.

On our wedding day, the Crown Prince never showed. He took his bridal procession to the Prime Minister's estate and married Chloe Fox instead.

I tried to confront him, but Homer Rowe stepped in my way.

He confessed that he was the one who'd gotten me pregnant that night. He said he was willing to marry me and take care of me for the rest of my life.

A month after the wedding, bandits descended on my village. All one hundred and ten households were slaughtered. Not a single soul survived.

Standing before that mountain of corpses, I collapsed under the weight of my grief. I lost the baby.

Homer never left my side, never even changed out of his bloodstained clothes. It took a long time, but slowly, he pulled me back from the edge.

Three years later, I was pregnant again. I wanted to tell Homer the good news right away, but on my way to find him, I overheard a conversation between him and a friend.