Became A Queen After divorce

Pearl could tell that Sam was wary of everyone around him, including herself. He appeared gentle, but he had built a high wall in his heart, keeping everyone out. Even if someone wanted to get close, they would be scared away by his demeanor.

“Luckily, I’m not the type to back down from difficulties. The harder the wall, the more I want to break through it… You are really foolish, Pearl.”

She hesitated about whether to tell Esteban and Giana about Esteban’s father. Before she could decide, a sudden sharp sound came from behind her. Shards flew everywhere.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Startled, she turned around to see Giana standing not far away with tears in her eyes, and broken dishes scattered on the floor. The beautiful little cake was now ruined. It seemed she had come to bring them some desserts…

Pearl was stunned. She didn’t know when Giana had arrived or how much she had overheard. She stammered, “Giana, when did you get here?”

Sad, low sobs echoed through the villa. Giana couldn’t face the fact that her savior had turned out to be her father’s killer! She had already given up on revenge and planned to leave with Esteban. Why did she have to hear such a terrible truth?

Giana was on the verge of losing her mind. She didn’t know what to do and could only turn and run. “Giana!” Pearl hurried after her, afraid she might do something rash.

After they left, a small figure emerged from behind a pillar. The boy looked upstairs with hatred in his eyes. Meanwhile, Sam sat alone at his desk under the dim yellow light, with a blood-stained letter lying on the table.

This letter was the one he had found on his father, the reason Esteban’s father had died. Taking it out again filled him with pain and regret. The letter had already been soaked by rain when he first opened it, making much of it unreadable.

From what he could decipher, it was an agreement between his father and a “friend.” Years ago, this person entered Chulae and quickly became close friends with his father. Using the name “Danny,” his father made a name for himself in an archaeological case.

For some unknown reason, this “friend” suddenly left Chulae, agreeing to exchange items with his father twenty years later. They lost contact after that. After years of investigation, Sam finally found clues in his father’s old journals.

The man left Chulae, changed his name to “Declan,” and went to Taswya to establish the powerful Gilliam family. Meanwhile, Sam’s father used the Lucas family’s influence to create The Hand of God.

The secret they agreed upon was likely the book “The Art of Magic.” When the Lucas family fell, Sam’s father took “The Art of Magic” with him to Dragon Serpent Isle. Years later, this long-lost “friend” reappeared and saved him in a critical moment, gaining his father’s trust.

Sam had seen Declan in a half-conscious state back then. Declan had come for their agreement. At that time, Gregory had lost interest in wealth and only wanted to find a way out for his family. He chose to trust Declan and handed over “The Art of Magic.”

Declan deceived his father, pretending to go for help while leaving his bodyguard to protect them. In reality, he planned to kill Sam’s father once he got the book. The bodyguard left behind was both his weapon and expendable pawn.

Half of Sam’s face was bathed in light while the other half was hidden in darkness. The contrasting shadows highlighted his flawless face, making him look like a fallen angel from the Bible-both holy and evil.

“Declan, your retribution is coming soon!”

A knock on the door interrupted him, followed by a raspy voice from outside. “Uncle Sam, are you awake?” It was Esteban.

Sam quickly composed himself, deftly hiding the letter back in the book and placing it on the shelf. Only he knew its location; others would have a hard time finding it.

After tidying up, he sat calmly in his chair, waiting for the boy. “Come in.”

“Yes.”

Esteban entered the room cautiously, glancing around Sam’s study. Besides them, there was no one else in the room. With one hand gripping a knife behind his back, he slowly approached Sam.

“Is there something you need?” Sam asked coolly.

Until yesterday, the boy had been afraid of him, likely due to his time locked in the stable where he saw mostly Declan and Sam. Today, Esteban’s sudden visit was unusual and suspicious.

Esteban displayed an unusual calmness for a child. His bright eyes fixed on Sam as he spoke each word clearly: “I’m here to thank you, Uncle Sam. If you hadn’t taken in my mother, I wouldn’t be reunited with her now.”

“And also, at the hospital… thank you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Sam smiled faintly. “Really? Is that truly what you think?”

As a trained assassin and heir of the Lucas family, Sam had an innate sense of danger and could always detect it before it struck. From the moment Esteban entered the room, he sensed a peculiar smell-hatred.

No one knew this scent better than Sam because he had crawled out from a pile of hatred himself.

“I… Of course it’s true! To show my gratitude, I made you a little toy myself. Look!” With his free hand, Esteban pulled out a palm-sized wooden plaque from his pocket, carved with an adorable monkey.

After all, he was still just a child and felt scared facing someone much older than himself.

“The carving is nice, but… why did you bring a tool with you?” Sam said as he swiftly grabbed the knife from Esteban’s hand and played with it.

It was a small fruit knife with a rusty blade. Who knew where he found it? It wasn’t even sharp enough to cut vegetables properly, let alone kill someone.

“Children shouldn’t play with such dangerous things; you might hurt yourself.” The knife fell to the ground with a heavy thud.