I Will Reclaim My Stolen Child

Born an illegitimate princess, Ophelia spent her childhood at the mercy of the queen’s cruelty and with a father who never once acknowledged her.

The only person to ever show her kindness and call her by her pet name was her half-sister, Cassandra.

Perhaps that was why she never doubted her.

Not even for a moment.

“Make Ophelia barren when the time is right. We’ve already gone to the trouble of killing Veronica, another pregnancy would be troublesome.”

The sister she trusted had mu*dered her child.

Soon after, Ophelia followed her daughter into death.

When she opened her eyes again she saw plump, white cheeks tinted with a faint peach hue.

Small, rosy lips. Tiny limbs, no thicker than a curled fist.

“Veronica?”

She had returned to a time when her baby, burned and lost so horribly, was still alive.

This time, she vowed to protect her.

She would return everything exactly as it was — or twice as much.

To watch Cassandra fall from the highest peak.

But then—

“You will remain a Wilhelmir, even in death.”

“…..”

“Do not harbor foolish hopes.”

Her estranged husband, Renoir, was acting strangely.