Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 858: In This Life, I Came Only for Her!

Chapter 858: Chapter 858: In This Life, I Came Only for Her!

"Princess, I’ve just received news that Titus Ashworth is dead."

Serena’s hand, holding the comb, paused.

"Titus is dead, and the Shea family was the first to come forward, supporting Zane Crawford to become king. Westria is already preparing for the succession ceremony, and Zane will become the new ruler of Westria!"

Serena was not surprised. The now darkened Zane wanted both the kingdom and the beauty. With Westria in turmoil, it was the perfect opportunity for him to seize power.

He killed Mr. Crawford with his own hands, and she would never forgive him.

"Understood, you don’t need to inform me about him in the future."

"Yes."

"By the way, have there been any news about Caden lately?"

She had three children. Pip was always on the move, living a nomadic life, while Stella was always by Seraphina Linden’s side, leaving only Caden...

When Hayden was still around, he sent Caden Crawford to a top global closed-off genius school for training. The training there was rigorous, and Caden adapted well, never keeping in touch with the family. Serena missed him and was a bit worried about little Caden.

Cherie shook her head, "Princess, there’s been no news from His Highness Caden."

Serena felt a bit lost. Her two sons were so independent, they no longer needed her.

"Princess, you should rest early. Tomorrow is the Queen’s coronation."

Serena was officially inheriting the queen’s throne.

...

Westria. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

In the deep night, it began to snow outside.

Large snowflakes fell from the sky, quickly covering the ground with a layer of pristine white.

Zane Crawford stepped outside and stood at the top of the steps, looking down from the center of power.

He looked disdainfully upon the entire world.

At this moment, Wade Wyatt walked over, placing a black cloak over Zane’s broad shoulders. "Master, it’s snowing, and the weather is cold. Let’s go back."

The black cloak accentuated Zane’s handsome face, and he looked up at the snow flying in the sky.

Cough, cough.

The solitary night enveloped him, bringing an air of desolation.

Zane stood alone in the snowy night, bowing his head to cough twice.

Wade Wyatt could not help but feel a deep sorrow. He knew his master did not have much time left.

"Master, what are you thinking about?" Wade asked.

Thinking about what?

Zane slowly curved his thin lips, his eyes scanning over his past years swiftly.

His father, Jude Crawford, his mother, Isabelle Willow, his elder brother, Hayden Crawford, his aunt, Iris Crawford, and his grandmother...

Lastly, he thought of Serena.

He never imagined that the fateful encounter in his youth in the City of Aethelgard would last a lifetime. Serena was all the beauty and warmth in his heart; he loved her.

But she left.

"What time is it now?" he asked.

"Master, it’s midnight," Wade replied.

Midnight?

Wade hesitated, then said, "Master, tonight is New Year’s Eve. Serena has officially ascended as queen, and she will spend this night celebrating the New Year with her people."

As he spoke, Wade handed over a video, and Zane looked down to watch it.

Tonight, the sky over Alani was filled with stars, and all the people gathered in the square, watching the large LCD screen, excitedly counting down five, four, three, two, one!

A delicate face pushed its way into the frame, Serena’s black hair crowned with a tiara, radiant and beautiful. She made a peace sign at the camera and joyfully shouted, "Happy New Year!"

All the people began to cheer, then bang, bang, bang, the sky erupted with brilliant fireworks, bursting and cascading like meteors.

Zane’s gaze seemed to freeze on her animated, joyful face, and then he gently smiled.

He smiled.

His brief life had been dedicated to protecting that smile of hers.

He once promised, with half a life’s splendor, to exchange for her unbridled years, never to part nor sorrow.

He accomplished it.

The wandering monk once left a prophecy that the world would see the era of two kings. This prophecy came true as he became the ruler of Westria and she became the queen of Alani.

He took on the "Ashworth" surname from Hayden’s hands. For her, he wielded the Sky Sword. Tonight, his departure would also take away all the deep-rooted grudges between Westria and Alani, and life would return to peace. Future days would flow gently like water.

How wonderful.

Cough, cough.

Zane again lowered his head and coughed twice.

Wade’s eyes turned red because he too felt that tonight was his master’s final moment. "Master, if you wish to see Miss Sterling, we can go and meet her."

To be with the one he loved would be fulfillment of a kind.

Zane slowly shook his head, "No need."

Wade wanted to say something but all the words stuck in his throat, unable to be spoken.

A tender voice called out, "Uncle."

Zane turned around. Little Caden Crawford had arrived.

Tonight, little Caden also wore a black cloak. Standing quietly there, he possessed phoenix-shaped eyes far too deep for his age, making it hard for others to look directly.

"Caden, come here." Zane’s cold black eyes brightened. He stood in the place of highest honor, extending his large hand to little Caden Crawford, "Caden, come to Uncle’s side."

Wade stepped aside, looking up at the small figure of Caden Crawford, stepping up the stairs step by step, walking down the path entwined with blood and flowers toward imperial power.

Wade was startled. Caden was only a few years old, yet he already saw the cold and decisive aura of an emperor in the boy.

Little Caden walked over, and Zane took his small hand. The uncle and nephew stood on the royal city, and Zane slowly smiled, "Caden, from now on... I leave this place to you. I believe you were born for it."

Little Caden looked up, his face still tender as he gazed at Zane, "Uncle, I think you’re not well now."

Zane gently touched his little head with his large hand, "Caden, you don’t understand yet. Uncle is doing well."

"I can tell Mom."

Zane shook his head, "No need to say anything."

After speaking, Zane turned and left.

...

Zane returned to his room, pushing open the door to the back chamber. A breeze swept in, and the room was filled with blooming red beans.

Unknown to anyone else, Zane had planted a garden of red beans in his backyard.

Now, the red beans bloomed.

Zane walked inside, his cold, elegant figure moving through the red beans. He stretched out his slender, clean fingers, plucking a red bean and placing it in his palm.

Red beans symbolizing longing, brimming with his unspoken deep love.

He suddenly remembered the day of the grand wedding when she dressed him in a phoenix coronet and wedding robes. He lifted her red veil with the wedding scales, and in the flickering candlelight, her unparalleled, graceful features.

He always believed it was real.

He thought she was already his wife.

One can be deeply in love in life, but not be the one who knows how to love best. Can such a person find a good end?

Zane softly closed his eyes. Fate is irreversible, life complete, journeying through mountains and waters unseen, destiny as fleeting as clouds and smoke; this life, came only for her!