[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her":3,"chapter-my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-129":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},764703,1010,"Chapter 129 ARCHERY QUEEN","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-129",129,"\u003Cp>SERAPHINA’S POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bow was heavier than I expected, but it settled into my grip like it belonged there, and the comfort of its familiarity soothed me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hush rippled through the crowd as I stepped into the cordoned-off area. My stomach churned—not from fear, but from the sheer awareness of how many eyes followed my every move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rules had been called out, loud and clear: No werewolf heightened senses. Only human skill and focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helen stood across from me, already poised, bowstring taut, eyes gleaming with smug confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good. Let her underestimate me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attendant raised his hand. “First round. Three arrows each. Highest total score advances.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I inhaled. Exhaled. The string drew back against my cheek, the feather of the arrow brushing my jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heartbeat steadied as I released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dead center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps echoed. Scattered applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helen fired next—solid, but just shy of the bullseye. Her mouth tightened, smile faltering before she forced it back on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest followed the same rhythm. My arrows sang truer, sharper. By the final shot, the outcome was undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attendant lifted his arm over my head. “Winner—Seraphina Blackthorne.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Applause crashed like a wave, rousing and unrestrained. Even those who hadn’t cared a moment ago now leaned forward, curious, impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helen lowered her bow, jaw rigid. For a heartbeat, I thought she’d throw a tantrum, contest my win, express outrage at being bested by lowly Seraphina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with stiff dignity, she inclined her head. “As promised, I owe you a favor. Name it when you wish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smiled, bowing slightly, though my chest still heaved with adrenaline. “I’ll keep that in mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More applause followed, approval washing over me like warm sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in such a public arena, it wasn’t whispers of doubt that followed my name—it was admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, like a discordant note cutting through harmony, a voice pierced the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unimpressive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The single word slithered across the crowd, silencing claps. My stomach coiled instantly—I knew that voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped forward, arms folded, eyes bright with scorn. “Really, everyone’s so easily dazzled. Archery, darts, knife-throwing—those are all Lockwood specialties. It’s practically bred into them. If anything, Seraphina is only playing her part as a Lockwood daughter. But,”—her lips curled—“the true archery queen was always Celeste.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name struck like a spark to dry wood. Curious murmurs rippled, heads turning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And of course, summoned by the attention, Celeste stepped out gracefully from the crowd. Abby easily fit beside her, flanking her along with Emma on the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dress caught the light like spun silver, her smile soft, deceptively demure. “Oh, Abby,” she said, voice honey-smooth, feigning modesty, “you exaggerate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her eyes—oh, her eyes—glittered with triumph. Her favorite place to be had always been under the spotlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone in the crowd spoke up eagerly. “Then prove it! A contest between the sisters!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My grip tightened on the bow. Sister. The word rang hollow now, a mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celeste’s gaze swept over me, dripping with false concern. “Oh, I really shouldn’t,” she cooed, her smile sickeningly sweet. “Seraphina’s worked so hard to make tonight a success. It would be cruel to let her suffer humiliating defeat before such a prestigious audience.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few chuckles rippled through the crowd. I felt the weight of their eyes shift toward me, pity mixed with expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celeste had staged it perfectly—if I refused, I’d appear fragile, a coward like Helen had insinuated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I accepted and lost, I’d confirm her superiority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Celeste had forgotten one thing. I was no longer the girl who yielded to her to keep the peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped forward, my voice calm but clear. “I accept.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like at the restaurant when she hadn’t expected me to call her bluff, Celeste’s composure slipped, surprise flickering in her eyes before she quickly smothered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attendant reset the targets with swift efficiency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celeste lifted her bow first. Her posture was impeccable, her smile vainglorious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She fired three perfect shots, each one splitting the bullseye with precision that drew gasps and applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wasn’t surprised. Her archery skills truly had always been formidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My turn. I matched her arrow for arrow, bullseye for bullseye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But while the crowd applauded, I could feel the skepticism in the air—expectation that I’d falter eventually, that Celeste’s dominance was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the third round, Celeste was glowing with satisfaction, drinking in the murmurs of admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I decided to kick it up a notch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blindfold me,” I said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attendant blinked. “A-are you sure?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd stirred, whispers rising in disbelief. Celeste’s smirk widened, certain I’d overplayed my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cloth pressed against my eyes, shutting out the world. Darkness enveloped me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in that darkness, my breathing steadied. My heartbeat slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt the weight of the bow, the whisper of chilled air across my skin, the faint creak of wood beneath my fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t need sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had done this before, in secret, when I was younger—testing myself, pushing boundaries. Because accuracy, to me, had never been about sight alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I inhaled deeply. Released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dead center—I didn’t need to look to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence was deafening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second shot. Thwack. Another bullseye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps erupted. Disbelief, awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nocked the final arrow, pulse steady as stone. When it struck—splitting the shaft of the first—an explosion of applause erupted, wild and unrestrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slipped the blindfold off my face, and I blinked into the brilliance of the chandeliers. Cheers filled the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celeste’s expression was pale fury, her lips pinched, her hands trembling on the bow she was gripping too tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Extraordinary!” someone shouted. “Incredible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The admiration wasn’t for her anymore. It was for me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma’s voice sliced through the noise. “Celeste, you can’t let her overshadow you! Show us something more dazzling!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Celeste didn’t move. Her composure cracked, and for once, she knew—she couldn’t top this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was sharp, brittle. “How did you do it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd hushed, leaning in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped closer, my voice low but carrying. “Do you remember when we were young, Celeste? When we played in the garden, throwing darts and arrows at painted boards?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes narrowed. “I always won.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You always won,” I affirmed softly. “Or so you thought. But the truth is, I let you. Because Mother told me once: ‘Let Celeste shine, it makes sense. It keeps everybody happy.’ So I held back. Over and over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps rippled around us. Celeste stiffened, her fury clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lifted my chin, meeting her eyes evenly. “But we’re not sisters anymore. I have no reason to keep holding back. Not tonight. Not ever again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped past her, leaving her trembling in the silence that followed. “So if you’re humiliated,” I said quietly, “it isn’t me doing it. It’s just you finally facing the truth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd erupted again, this time in thunderous applause that rolled through the hall like a storm. My name rose above the din—admiration, respect, awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time in my life, I stood tall while Celeste burned beneath the heat of the spotlight she loved so much.\u003C\u002Fp>",1189,"2026-06-03T02:27:49.404Z",1,"novelbin.me","d891b65b6f5c96cda84c418e26144977d6acd54a20878f60eb52c2448b8809e2","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-130","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-128",488,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-cover.jpg"]