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
BiancaFor a moment, I thought Isaac might just walk away without answering.But then he turned, slowly, his blue eyes flicking over me. They lingered on my dress, on the expensive jewels around my throat, on my hair, on the delicate veil. He shouldn’t be seeing me now—it was bad luck for a groom to
I let out a small sigh of relief when I saw the article. Within a couple of hours, media focus shifted from Isaac’s escapades to Ethan’s philanthropy. Ethan was too good for Isaac. Too good for both of us, honestly.He didn’t have to do that. He hardly knew either of us, especially me. But he had us
I hated that it was working. I hated that I had to press my thighs together beneath the water to keep my hips from arching of their own accord. I hated the sudden heat that rushed through me at the sight of his bare chest, which had nothing to do with the steam.And most of all, I hated the fact tha
Apparently not.“I’m busy, Mason,” I grumbled. “I don’t have time for this.”“I saw the news. Isaac and that woman, Ella, right? They’re not even trying to hide it anymore, are they?”I clenched my jaw. “What’s your point?”“My point is that you don’t have to go through with this farce of a wedding.







