로그인Danny paced in tight circles before Derek White's large mahogany desk. His already thinning hair had become a messy bird's nest from all the pulling."Mr. White! Mr. White, you've got to help me think of something!" His voice was hoarse with desperation. "The Goodbye, My Lover Karsden special is my life's work. I've spent three years on it, revising it countless times. The early promotion is already out, and we're lining up guests. It's guaranteed to blow up once filming starts. Why? Why was it cut with a single sentence?"The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he felt, and the more agitated he became. Spit nearly flew onto Derek's face."Why?" Derek slammed the table, making the teacup lid clatter loudly. His face turned livid as he jabbed a finger toward Danny's nose. "Danny, Danny. These past few years of smooth sailing have made you forget your place. Who gave you the nerve to contact the Prince directly? And invite him onto a divorce reality show? Is your brain filled
Bruce stiffened, the words "I love you the most" exploding in his ears like thunder, shaking his mind and soul.Was this a dream? Her voice was so clear. The touch on his lips felt so real. She said she loved him.Joy erupted like a long-suppressed volcano, surging through him and sweeping every cell in a tidal wave.His eyes reddened. He grabbed the back of her head, took the lead, and kissed her fiercely and deeply.The kiss turned intense and wild, charged with aggression and possessiveness. It burned, entwined, and pulsed with passion, as if he wanted to merge her very soul with his.Isolde yielded, responding softly as she settled into his embrace.She had once feared love. She had feared the knife beneath romance's sweetness, that the deeper the intoxication, the more devastating the betrayal.She had been afraid to give her heart again. But now, at this moment, she accepted it.No matter how many storms or obstacles lay ahead, whether the future held lasting happiness or
This was absolutely irresistible.Isolde flicked her gaze toward the man in the photo on the phone lying on the floor."You mean him?" She drew out her words on purpose, speaking slowly as Bruce's breath tightened. "His style is a little like yours, and he looks handsome and rich. He's definitely a pretty good man."Bruce's face darkened, his handsome features tightening.A brighter spark lit Isolde's eyes. She leaned closer until her nose almost brushed his, her voice soft and tender. "But… he's not as handsome as you, not as tall, and he doesn't have your dominance or charm. He's a good man, but you… You're truly one of a kind. A rare gem."Her warm breath brushed his lips, carrying a faint, intoxicating scent. "When you have similar choices, of course you pick the best, the top one. Congratulations, Prince. You win."Bruce's heart felt as though a soft hand had gripped it, then suddenly released it. A fierce throb surged through him, making his ears ring.His Adam's apple bob
The bedroom door burst open with a loud bang.Bruce stood in the doorway, his tall frame nearly blocking all the light. A chilling aura radiated from him and instantly froze the room's warmth.The two maids, who had been holding up their phones and enthusiastically introducing men to Isolde, froze. Their phones slipped from their hands and hit the floor with a dull plop.The screens remained lit and faced upward, and Bruce's gaze dropped at once to the images displayed: a man in a black suit with a stern expression, whose attire bore a faint resemblance to Bruce's own.'Hmph!' They had even gone so far as to find a "stand-in."Bruce's face darkened, and the storm in his eyes seemed almost tangible. He strode into the room. Each step pressed down like a weight on the heart, his murderous intent spreading so heavily that it suffocated the air."Ladies," he said coldly. "Are you tired of your work at the palace and ready to switch careers to matchmaking?"He stopped in front of the
"In that case, the fans who ship you with Ms. Vancrest will gradually lose their illusions and accept reality. Your relationship with Princess Claudia will also proceed more smoothly. When you marry, public acceptance and support will be much higher—""Divorce?" Bruce cut Danny off mid-sentence.The word left his lips with a chill sharp enough to pierce through the phone line.The kitchen light fell across his sharply defined profile, deepening the shadows and making him seem even more forbidding."Who said I'm getting a divorce?"Danny shivered on the other end and stammered, "B-But it's all over the internet… the Last Meal, the Last Kiss… the topic's trending every day. Everyone says you and Ms. Vancrest are staging a ritual farewell before the divorce…"His voice trailed off as he spoke, and he finally sensed something was wrong.'But if it isn't a divorce, with Mr. Princeton's means and influence, how could he allow those topics to remain at the top for days? Unless…' Danny
"Wait… something's wrong.""The man holding the 'female ghost'… that face. Isn't that Mr. Princeton, who went to the amusement park with Princess Claudia?""The Prince? At the haunted house, he didn't hold her, but now he's holding a ghost?""What's going on? Is he scared out of his mind, or did he mistake someone, or…"There was too much to process. The crowd felt as if their brains might short-circuit.Isolde remained in Bruce's arms for a few seconds. As the shock faded and she noticed the dozens of eyes fixed on her, embarrassment set in."Uh… can you put me down? It's… kind of embarrassing…"With Bruce holding her in that ghostly state in full view of everyone, people would probably think he had lost his mind. It completely undermined his tall, heroic image.Bruce, however, did not care. He studied her terrifying makeup, amusement filling his eyes. "I'm holding my wife. Why would I care if anyone envies me?"He held her firmly, chin lifted, and strode toward the exit.No
Just then, the doorbell rang.Bruce was not home. Isolde was alone and too lazy to cook, so she had ordered takeout.She assumed the delivery had arrived. She hurried over and opened the door, only to find Alan standing there.He held an elegant food container. "Isolde, takeout isn't healthy. I s
If people once believed Isolde wanted to drive out a widow and her child out of jealousy and narrow-minded spite, the narrative had now shifted beyond redemption. Abuse and harm toward a child crossed an absolute moral line. No one tolerated it.Her social media accounts collapsed under the backlas
"The truth is, I chose to leave on my own. I want to remarry and start a new life."Alan only said he drove me away because it was his brother's dying wish. His brother asked him to take good care of me. Caught between love and family, Alan chose to sacrifice himself to protect me, his useless sist
The ambulance arrived at once and rushed the severely injured Alan and Tom to the hospital.As his consciousness faded, Alan still forced himself to give Maxime instructions. "Follow them to the police station. Find a way to wipe out all the dirt Isolde has on Sandra."He panted, his words breakin







