After The Divorce, She Became The Nation’s Sweetheart
Everyone thought Isabelle Monroe was just a washed-up actress clinging to a loveless marriage.
Her husband cheated.
Her own son called the other woman “Mommy.”
Still, she smiled through it all, desperately trying to fix her perfect family.
Until the day both her husband and son told her she was a nuisance and they didn’t want her anymore.
Thrown out of her own home, humiliated and replaced, Isabelle walks away with nothing but her pride.
But just when the world erased her name, he appeared.
Riven Thorne, a powerful, enigmatic and far too familiar man offers her comfort, a contract, and a cold little girl who won’t speak to anyone but her.
He gives Isabelle another chance.
Not just at motherhood... but at revenge, fame, and love.
Now she’s back on screen, headlines are begging for her name, and the same people who mocked her are clawing to be on her side.
She tells herself it’s all pretend…
The husband. The marriage.
But then…
Her new daughter clings to her hand.
Her son cries and calls her “Mommy” again.
And her fake husband starts feeling all too real.
Isabelle starts to wonder—
Is this fate’s way of rewriting her story?
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Chapter: Chapter 108"Who told you to do this?"The artist's face crumpled, her breathing shallow and quick."No one," she said desperately. "No one told me —""Don't lie to me," Director Joe said, his voice sharp enough to cut.The artist's eyes darted around the set as if looking for an escape.But there was none.Everyone was watching.Director Joe held the bottle up."This is evidence of sabotage. You deliberately used a different product on Miss Monroe. You knew it would cause a reaction.""I didn't —" the artist's voice cracked. "She lied.""Then explain," Director Joe demanded. "Explain why you had two bottles. Explain why you hid one. Explain why you used it on her and not on anyone else."The artist's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.Rina stepped forward, her voice low and furious."You knew," she said. "You knew it would hurt her. And you did it anyway."The artist's gaze dropped. "I didn't mean —""Yes, you did," Rina cut her off. "You meant every second of it.""Enough."Everyon
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Chapter: Chapter 107 "That's not true." Everyone turned. A woman stepped forward—one of the other makeup artists. The one who had filmed the Faye incident. Isabelle's eyes lit up slightly the moment she saw her. Once filming resumed, she had looked for the artist to offer her thanks but the director said she had taken a break. Who knew she would be the one to step out at this moment? Even the makeup artist felt that she and Isabelle must have some kind of fate. Or else, she wouldn't have stumbled upon such a scheme on her first day of resumption. Their eyes met briefly. The woman gave a small nod to Isabelle before turning her gaze back to her counterpart. Her expression was uncertain, but her voice was steady. "That's not everything." The accused artist's face went pale. "What are you talking about?" she said quickly. The woman didn't look at her. She looked at Director Joe. "I saw her," she said quietly. "This morning. She had two bottles of foundation. She kept one separate from the rest
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Chapter: Chapter 106Isabelle sat in the corner of the set, away from the main activity, a cold compress pressed gently against her cheek.Director Joe had insisted she rest here rather than return to the hotel immediately. He wanted the medic nearby in case the reaction worsened, and honestly, Isabelle didn't have the energy to argue.Rina sat beside her, arms crossed tightly, her usual bright energy replaced with a simmering frustration."This is ridiculous," Rina muttered under her breath. "Absolutely ridiculous."Isabelle didn't respond, her gaze distant.Her face still burned, though the swelling had gone down slightly thanks to the medication. But the discomfort wasn't what bothered her most.It was the nagging suspicion that wouldn't leave her alone.She already suspected the artist but that squabble the other day seemed too irrelevant for her to base her accusation on. Rina shifted beside her, glancing toward the makeup station where the artist was quietly packing up her supplies. Having heard Is
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Chapter: Chapter 105The set went still.Director Joe stood quickly, his brow furrowed as he walked toward them."Isabelle, what's wrong?"Isabelle sat up slowly, her hand instinctively moving to her face.It felt wrong.Her entire face was hot, tight and swollen. Vincent shifted back slightly, his expression shifting from Aldric's grief to genuine concern."Are you okay?" he asked quietly.Isabelle opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Rina appeared in front of her. She knelt beside her, her eyes wide with alarm."Your face—"Isabelle blinked, confused. "What?"Rina's hand hovered near her cheek, not quite touching. "It's... red. Really red. And it's swelling."Isabelle's lips tightened.She touched her cheek gently, and the moment her fingers made contact, she winced.It burned.Director Joe crouched down beside her, his expression tight. "Let me see."Isabelle lowered her hand, and the moment he saw her face, his jaw clenched.Her skin was blotchy, with angry red patches spreading across
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Chapter: Chapter 104Autumn had finally begun to creep into the city.The morning air carried a crispness that hadn't been there the week before, and when Isabelle stepped out of the hotel, she noticed the shift immediately. People were wearing jackets that were a little thicker now, scarves appearing around necks, and the leaves on the trees lining the streets were starting to turn gold at the edges.It was subtle but clearly, autumn had arrived.On the bus ride to set, Rina scrolled through her phone lazily while Isabelle stared out the window, watching the city pass by in a blur of muted colors."It's getting cold," Rina said absently, pulling her cardigan tighter around herself. "I should've brought a heavier coat."Isabelle hummed in agreement. "At least we're almost done. Imagine if we had another month of outdoor shoots."Rina shuddered dramatically. "I'd freeze to death. Thank god your scenes are all indoors.""Mm." Isabelle smiled faintly. "And after today, just one more. Then we're done.""Then
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Chapter: Chapter 103The phone rang twice before he picked. "Isabelle." His familiar voice came through the line, low and steady, and something in her chest that had been wound tight all day loosened immediately. She exhaled softly, her eyes closing as she leaned back against the headboard. "Hi." She gave a brief pause when she heard the screech of chair wheels in the background. Riven had gotten up from his seat in the middle of a meeting. He was currently in a meeting with the executives and someone was presenting the expected revenues for the next quarter when her call came in. Usually, he had a rule that everyone had to put their phones on silent to avoid disruption during meetings. He rarely went against that rule himself. But today was special. Isabelle had called him. She had taken the initiative to call him. That was the first time. He'd be damned if he didn't take it. So, he stood, excused himself with a single gesture to Julien to pause the meeting, and walked out of the conference r
Last Updated: 2026-01-17
Until The End: The Love Survival Protocol
Esme Wynter’s marriage to Lennox Mercer was written like a business plan. He gave her protection and power; she gave him peace and a convenient alliance.
She told herself she didn’t need love.
He made it clear he didn’t believe in it.
But when the test site collapsed, Lennox threw himself over her without hesitation—
and Esme’s last memory was his heartbeat against hers before everything went dark.
When she opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by blinding white light, unable to move forward, and unable to return.
Then a guide told her she and him were not fated, and their connection had become a curse, one that doomed them both whenever they tried to love.
And then came the rules:
You must not fall in love with him.
You must ensure he finds his destined partner in each lifetime.
You must not intervene beyond your designated role.
Break them, and one—or both—will die.
Fail all five lifetimes, and your souls would be erased forever.
Each time Esme awakens, she forgets the last.
Each time, she meets him again—
as a king, a freedom fighter, a general, a mercenary.
And each time, her heart betrays her before her mind can remember.
And in his own distant eyes, there is the hidden craving for her love, like a man trying to recall a dream he’s not supposed to have.
She was never meant to fall for him again.
But perhaps…
he never stopped loving her.
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Chapter: [25] The Tyrant and The Moon-Bound ConsortThe days following the water clock breakthrough passed quickly. Each morning, Esme delivered Prince Caelum's water at dawn and he'd brief her about new adjustments to the machine. There was barely anything dramatic happening in her life for some time. She also barely encountered the other girls that were transferred with her. That routine shattered the morning Maude appeared at the door. "The Empress Dowager is hosting the Sanctum exchange. Extra hands are needed from all quarters." Her gaze had settled on Esme with unsettling deliberateness. "You're to report to the Grand Hall immediately." And now, Esme stood in one of the palace's largest ceremonial spaces, surrounded by dozens of servants pulled from their regular duties. The Grand Hall was overwhelming in its grandeur. Vaulted ceilings stretched impossibly high, supported by marble pillars carved with intricate patterns. Gold-embroidered banners hung between them, their fabric catching the light from hundreds of candles. Long
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Chapter: [24] The Tyrant and The Moon-Bound ConsortThe figure stepped into the faint light.Esme's breath caught.Then she recognized the face emerging from the shadow.Prince Caelum.Relief crashed through her so violently her knees nearly buckled.Her heart had nearly left her chest just now. He tilted his head, studying her reaction with open curiosity. A small smile played at his lips."You startle easily."Esme's hand flew to her chest, pressing against her racing heart. "Your Highness—""I didn't mean to frighten you." But his tone suggested he found it at least a little amusing. "I was retrieving something from the shelf."He gestured vaguely toward the back of the room where tall bookshelves loomed in shadow.Now that her panic was subsiding, Esme could see he was holding a scroll. His hair was even more disheveled than usual, falling into his eyes. He looked like he'd been awake for hours already.Or perhaps hadn't slept at all."I brought your morning water, Your Highness," Esme managed, her voice steadier now."So I see."
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Chapter: [23] The Tyrant and The Moon-Bound ConsortThe Third Prince's quarters were exactly a reflection of his usual nonchalant demeanor. Scrolls lay scattered across surfaces, some rolled tight, others unfurled and weighted down with smooth stones or brass instruments. And such, the room looked put together, yet, still in disarray.Prince Caelum himself sat before a small table, one hand braced against the its edge, the other holding a small quill. His dark hair fell slightly across his forehead, disheveled from running his fingers through it. His robes were simple today—deep grey, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Ink stains marked his fingers.He stared at the large scroll in front of him with the intensity of a man trying to figure things out to no avail.His brow furrowed.A soft knock interrupted his thoughts.Caelum's eyes narrowed with irritation."Enter."The door opened. Maude stepped inside, her movements curt and proper. She bowed."Your Highness."He didn't acknowledge her immediately. His attention remained fixed on the
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Chapter: [22] The Tyrant and The Moon-Bound Consort“Tell me, what's my name?”Esme was speechless.Was he telling her to call him by his name right now? Wouldn't she lose her head if she dared to?He seemed to realize her worries and that seemed to amuse him so much that he suddenly cackled, throwing his head back in laughter.“Don't worry.” His eyes twinkled as he spoke. “As long as neither of us tells, who's going to know? It'll be our little secret.”Esme fell silent.Why did his words sound like a jerk fooling young maidens with flowery speech?It didn't make her feel at ease at all.“Come on,” he sounded a bit eager. “Tell me, what's my name?”She didn't know why he was so insistent. But since he had given his word not to get her in trouble, she didn't keep him hanging either.She remembered what the girls at the servants' quarters had called him during their gossip sessions and she called out his name confidently, “You're His Royal Highness Prince Caelum, the third prince of House Mercenne.”Caelum was silent as she spoke.Even
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Chapter: [21] The Tyrant and The Moon-Bound ConsortHis grip was firm but not painful. Cold fingers wrapped around her wrist, holding her in place. Esme's pulse jumped beneath his touch. Her mind worked quickly. She'd already pieced it together—the storage hall, the rumors, the servants' terror. But having it confirmed like this, face to face in broad daylight with his hand still wrapped around her wrist, made the situation clear. She had thrown the Third Prince. To the ground. Last night. She looked at him with a hint of surprise evident in her eyes. Could it be that he had recognized her too? She didn't have enough time to figure that out because the Third Prince's head lifted slowly, and as their eyes met, she saw the surprise flicker across his features. "You...?" The word hung between them. Recognition lit his dark eyes, followed immediately by something else. Amusement, and a spark of genuine delight that transformed his face from cold and distant to almost boyish. And it confirmed Esme's confusion that h
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Chapter: [20] The Tyrant and The Moon-Bound ConsortThe kitchen was already alive with activity when Esme arrived. Heat rolled from the massive hearths in waves, making the air shimmer. Steam rose from bubbling pots, carrying the mingled scents of ginger, star anise, and something sweet baking in the clay ovens. Servants moved frantically, weaving around each other, barely avoiding bumping into one another and causing a mess, their voices rising and falling from time to time as they walked. Esme stood near the entrance, taking it all in. A woman's voice cut through the noise. "You must be the new girl." Esme turned. The speaker was a woman in her forties, with streaks of grey threading through her dark hair, tied back in a neat bun. Her face was round and pleasant, with laugh lines around her eyes. She wore the same grey uniform as the other kitchen staff, but hers had an additional red sash across the shoulder. The head chef, clearly. "Yes, ma'am," Esme said, bowing her head slightly. The woman's expression softened.
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