LOGINArden’s POVThe meeting had gone on far too long.Every word from the boardroom droned like a distant echo, drowned out by the pulse in my temple. The ministers from Belmont were still arguing about supply contracts, about trade routes, about every meaningless number under the sun, but I wasn’t listening.I couldn’t.Something in my chest had been tight all day, an unease I couldn’t name. I had felt it from the moment I left Eldenwald, like a whisper crawling under my skin, urging me to turn back.Now, that whisper became a roar.My phone, face-down on the table, vibrated violently. Once. Twice. Then again.Lancet, my aide, looked up from across the table, eyes flicking nervously toward it. He could see what the others couldn’t, the tension in my shoulders, the storm simmering beneath my calm expression.“Excuse me,” I said curtly, rising from my seat.“Your Highness, ” one of the ministers began, but I was already walking out.I didn’t wait until the door closed before answering. “Ye
Richard’s POVFor a moment, the only sound in the room was our breathing, hers sharp and uneven, mine trembling beneath the weight of everything I’d buried.Sandra stood before me, her hair disheveled, eyes glistening with tears that refused to fall. Her hands trembled, but she didn’t back down. She never did.I’d forgotten how strong she could look when she was breaking.“Stop this, Richard!” she said, her voice shaking but still cutting through the tension like glass. “I can never be with you the way you want anymore. I said I was done.”Those words again. I’m done. They hit me harder each time.I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay composed. Pleading had failed. Reasoning had failed.“So that’s it,” I said slowly, my voice turning colder with every syllable. “You want me to become the monster you already think I am.”Her lips parted slightly, a flicker of something, fear, maybe, crossing her face.“Fine,” I said. “If that’s what it takes to bring you home, so be it.”I stepped
Richard’s POVThe door crashed open, and for the first time in weeks, I saw her again, my wife.Sandra stood in the center of the room, startled, fragile, and infuriatingly beautiful. The light from the chandelier hit her face in a way that made her look both divine and unreachable. For a moment, I forgot why I had come. For a moment, I wanted to drop everything, to cross the distance between us and beg her to forgive me.But then I remembered, Arden’s house, Arden’s guards at the door, Arden’s scent lingering faintly in the air.Rage surged back like fire through my veins.“He even put you in the master’s room,” I muttered, my voice tight with disbelief. “He even gave you this.”Sandra’s eyes flicked up to mine, sharp and steady. There was defiance there, but also something else. Pity.That broke me.“Why did you have to ruin everything, Sandra?” I asked quietly, but my voice cracked under the weight of it.She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she turned to Diana, who stood frozen
Cassandra’s POVThe air in the villa had grown heavy, like the calm before a storm.Diana’s words still hung between us, trembling and uncertain, their weight pressing into the silence.“Leave the country?” she repeated softly, as if she hadn’t heard me right. “My lady… did something happen between you and the prince? You two looked so happy together.”I laughed, but the sound was brittle, like glass fracturing under pressure. “Come off it, Diana. You know how impossible this is.”She frowned, stepping closer. “Impossible? But, ”“I’m his brother’s wife,” I cut in, my voice sharp, trembling at the edges. “Or soon to be his divorced one. You think the king will ever allow it? That the court will turn a blind eye while I parade around as the prince’s lover?”Diana’s face softened, but her eyes were full of worry.I swallowed hard, staring out the window where the evening light spilled like fire across the horizon. “Even if Arden wants me now, the moment his engagement is arranged, and i
Cassandra’s POVThe villa was too quiet when I returned.The soft hum of the car engine faded into the distance as the gates closed behind me, and for a long time, I didn’t move. I sat still in the back seat, my fingers gripping my knees, my heart pounding like a trapped thing in my chest. The driver glanced at me through the mirror, uncertain whether to speak, but I gave him a slight shake of the head.When I finally stepped out, the afternoon sun pressed down on me, warm and heavy, but I felt cold. Everything around me, the manicured gardens, the marble fountains, the servants bowing their heads, felt unreal. My mind was still in that tea lounge, hearing my father’s voice echo in my skull.Because Arden is getting married in a few months to the heiress of the Longman family, Nala Longman…The words played on a loop.Each repetition scraped against the inside of my chest until I could barely breathe.Inside the villa, the scent of cedar and leather wrapped around me, familiar yet suf
Richard’s POVThe king rubbed his temples, his patience thinning. “Richard, listen to me. I understand your anger. But charging into your brother’s villa with armed men will only make matters worse. The press will have a field day, and the council, ”“Let them!” I snapped. “Let them write whatever they want. I’m tired of hiding behind protocol while he tears apart everything I built.”“You need to calm yourself.”“I can’t.” My voice cracked, the fury bleeding into desperation. “I can’t, Father. Every hour she spends in his house, she drifts further away. You don’t understand, she’s not like other women. When she decides to cut someone off, she never looks back. If I don’t act now, she’ll be gone forever.”For a long moment, there was silence.Then, softly, the king said, “I will speak to Arden.”I laughed bitterly. “Of course you will.”“Richard, ”“No!” I snapped. “You’ll talk, he’ll smile, and nothing will change. That’s how it’s always been. He breaks the rules, and you smooth them







