My ex-boyfriend Arthur watched his new fiancé Beatrix ruthlessly whip a pregnant pureblood horse. When the terrified animal threw her off, Arthur didn't just falsely accuse me of murder—he ordered his bodyguards to brutally strike down my elderly mentor with a wooden club, screaming that he would euthanize the horse and throw me in prison. Watching my mentor bleed on the mud, my patience shattered. I chose to abandon my quiet life as a breeding scholar and mercilessly destroy them, even if it meant my mentor would suffer a permanent leg injury and my private academic world would be violently thrust into the public spotlight forever. Arthur smirked, confident his wealth could crush a lowly stable worker. He had no idea this century-old royal estate was merely an anniversary gift from my ruthless Duke husband.