MasukIsaac’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
IsaacIsaac landed his Cessna on the private airstrip behind the palace and killed the engine. For a long moment, he just sat there, staring out the windshield at the sprawling building in the distance.The place that had once felt like a prison now felt empty. Hollow.Just like him.With a heavy si
“Stop,” Clara said firmly. “You’ve prepared for this. We all have. You’ll be fine.”I nodded, trying to believe her. After checking my watch, I headed back to the bathroom to rinse the dye from my hair.Once my hair was dried and styled, falling in soft waves down my back, Clara helped me into the g
Bianca“Ouch!”“Sorry,” Clara mumbled. “Didn’t mean to pull.”“It’s alright. I just think that after all these years, I still haven’t gotten used to this,” I muttered, staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. The blonde woman looking back at me was a stranger—one I’d created, nurtured, and e
Callum frowned, picking at a loose thread on the bedspread. “But Uncle Zane said my daddy was a king.”“He is.” Or at least, he probably would be someday. “But being a king doesn’t automatically make someone good.”“Like in my storybooks,” Callum sighed. “There are good kings and bad kings.”“Exactl







