LOGINIsaac’s fists clenched. “Explain.”“The compound is incredibly sophisticated,” Dr. Mercer said. “It triggers the same neurological responses as a true mate bond—the overwhelming attraction, the possessive instincts, the inability to resist. But it’s entirely artificial.”His vision blurred at the ed
IsaacIsaac’s hands were still shaking as he walked through the palace corridors. Not from nerves—from rage. The flight back from Silvermist had done nothing to calm the storm brewing inside of him. If anything, seeing Bianca again, meeting his son, and discovering the truth about the forged evidenc
Isaac’s jaw worked, but he nodded. “Fine. Fair and square.”“Good.” I looked around the room. “After the election, we’ll reveal everything. My identity, the evidence against my father, all of it. But in the meantime, we have to work together to gather more proof.” I shot Zane a warning glare when I
BiancaThe next morning, I woke up with a crick in my neck from a fitful night’s sleep and burning eyes from crying. Before I even registered the pale sunlight creeping over the horizon, I recalled yesterday’s events.Isaac had met Callum for the first time.And it had gone… so much better than I ev
“He is.” I stopped outside my office door. “We need to talk.”Isaac nodded and followed me inside. I went straight to my desk and pulled out the bottom drawer, retrieving the manila folder that contained the evidence that had convinced me he wanted me dead.“This is everything I gathered,” I said, s
BiancaI stood outside Callum’s bedroom door with my hand hovering over the handle. Isaac was beside me, and I could feel his hot breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck. When I shot a glance at him over my shoulder, his eyes were fixed on the doorknob, waiting for me to open it.“He’s prob
Bianca“Of course Isaac would marry her.”The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. The room went silent for a moment.“Bianca…” Clara shot me a sidelong glance. “Are you going to be okay?”“I don’t give a shit who he marries,” I lied, picking up my coffee and taking a sip to hide
Bjorn had erupted, launching into a tirade about how Isaac was a fraud, how he’d manipulated their sick father. He’d stormed from the room, vowing to expose Isaac for what he truly was.His other brothers had followed suit, packing their things and leaving the palace without a word. Isaac couldn’t b
IsaacIsaac was sitting at his desk, going over trade agreements, when the door to his office opened without a knock. Only one person in the entire palace had the audacity to enter without announcing themselves first.He sighed and set down his pen. “Ella, I’m working.”“This is important,” she insi
Bianca“Happy birthday dear Callum, happy birthday to you!”My son’s face lit up, his big blue eyes fixed on the five candles atop his chocolate cake.“Make a wish, sweetheart,” I said, leaning down to his level.Callum squeezed his eyes shut, his little face scrunching up as he took a deep breath.







