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“Could you pass me that box of pamphlets?” I asked Clara, gesturing toward the stack of brochures sitting on a nearby table. We were setting up for the Shelter Project charity drive in the city square, which had been transformed into a makeshift fairground with booths, banners, and donation s
“Speaking of,” Ella continued, “how is the prince? I’ve hardly seen him at any of the usual spots lately. Marriage has certainly changed him.”“He’s well,” I said vaguely. “Busy with royal duties.”Ella giggled. “Royal duties? Isaac? That’s a good one. Unless ‘royal duties’ is a new code for whateve
BiancaI stared at the ice cream cone for a moment, still processing the fact that Isaac had actually gone and gotten it for me after his adamant refusal. Finally, I reached out and took it from his hand.“Thank you,” I said, suddenly feeling sheepish.Isaac sat down beside me on the bench, careful
This didn’t sound like the playboy prince who treated life like one big party the majority of the time. “What changed?”Clara shrugged. “I don’t know for sure. It happened gradually. By the time he was in his early twenties, he’d started going out more, studying less. The parties got wilder, the wom







