Masuk“Call the Fixer. Tell him to take care of this mess.”Elena bowed her head immediately. “Yes, Your Majesty.”She pulled out her phone, her hands trembling slightly as she dialed the Fixer, the one man who cleaned up royal disasters, both human and supernatural.The room was quiet again, filled only with smoke and tension. The air felt heavy, like a storm waiting to break.Then suddenly, a sharp notification sound broke the silence.Everyone’s head turned.It was Joe’s phone.He frowned, pulling it out slowly. The message on the screen made his blood run cold. His eyes widened, and his hands began to shake.The color drained from his face. Fear crept into his eyes, real fear.The King noticed immediately. His red eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong with you, Joe? Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”Joe swallowed hard. His throat felt dry, and his voice trembled. He took a small step closer to the King and leaned down to whisper in his ear.“Your Majesty… I got bad news.”The King’s exp
Author’s POV“I can’t wait to see the look on Father’s face when the Queen appears before everyone in the kingdom. All his lies will finally be exposed, when they discover he’s the one who kept her locked away for more than a decade.” Kai smirked to himself, the thought burning with anticipation.A few seconds after Kai read the message, another notification popped up on his phone. It was an address a hidden location. Kai’s eyes lingered on it for a moment, and a slow smile curved across his lips. Without saying a word, he slipped the phone into his pocket and walked away.No one noticed him leave. The chaos around the burning throne room drowned out everything else.The air was hot and heavy, thick with the bitter smell of smoke and burnt wood. The gold walls were darkened by soot, and the fire still raged like a beast refusing to die. People shouted orders, ran for buckets, and coughed from the thick smoke that made their eyes sting.Then suddenly, the heavy doors of the hall swung
Author’s POVThe sound of panic filled the palace. Shouts, hurried footsteps, and the clanging of armor echoed through the long golden halls. The air was thick with smoke, and the once-bright chandeliers now glowed dimly through the gray haze. Servants ran in every direction, their terrified faces shining with sweat and fear.The fire had started in the throne room, the heart of the palace. The flames danced wildly, swallowing the velvet curtains and crawling up the golden pillars like living creatures hungry for destruction. The sharp crackle of burning wood mixed with the low hum of chaos, creating a nightmare that no one had seen coming.“What are you all doing just standing there like morons? Get inside and put the fire out!” Elena’s sharp voice cut through the noise like a whip. Her long dark hair whipped around her face as she pointed furiously toward the burning doors.One of the guards, trembling with fear, stepped back, his eyes wide as the heat from the fire made sweat drip
Amelia’s POV“The window is open, people might see us.” I whispered, while biting my lips seductively in pleasure.“Let them watch,” he growled, his voice husky with lust. “I want you right here, right now.”I trembled at his intensity, my body responding to him like a moth drawn to a flame. My thoughts scattered as he pushed me back against the wall, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine, Amelia,” he murmured, deepening the kiss again while his hands roamed freely over my body, igniting every sensible thought I had left. The heat between us was palpable, a wild, overwhelming force that pushed against the walls closing in on us. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me tighter against him as my heart raced uncontrollably. Every touch, every kiss was a drug, addictive, overwhelming, and utterly consuming.Just then, a sharp knock on the door interrupted our moment. “Your Majesty, the throne room is on fire!” Joe’s voice came through, urgent yet respectful.“Leave, Joe." He gro
Amelia’s POVFrustration swirled inside me like a storm, churning and breaking apart everything I thought I understood. The pregnancy weighed heavy, a daily reminder of the complications in my life. I felt trapped between the blackmailer lurking in the shadows and Klaus insisting I move back into his room. Nothing felt secure; everything was teetering on the brink of collapse. I had refused the blackmailer's demands, and now silence hung like a threat in the air. The sex tape with the King, the one secret that could unravel my life, was a ticking time bomb, waiting to go off. My heart raced as I walked down the corridor, My thoughts were a loud mix of fear and worry.Suddenly, strong hands clasped around my arms, pulling me into a dark room. I gasped, the breath knocked from my chest. My eyes adjusted, and I realized with a jolt that it was the King. He had dragged me into his private chambers.“What… what are you doing?” I stammered, my voice a shaky whisper. Before I could voice m
Ethan’s POVI stare at the scene before me, my whole body frozen.For a moment, I can’t even breathe. My brain refuses to process what my eyes are seeing.Zara.My secretary. The girl who told me this morning she was going to visit her mom in the hospital. She’s lying lifeless on the floor, her organs scattered beside her like a horror movie come to life.And right there beside her… stands my wife.Elena.Her dress is soaked in blood. Her hands are trembling. But her face, God, her face is calm, too calm.I don’t need anyone to tell me what happened. The truth is already screaming at me.“Elena,” I whisper, barely recognizing my own voice. “What… what have you done?”She tries to take a step toward me, but I step back so fast my heel hits the wall behind me. My heart hammers against my chest, every beat louder than the next.“Ethan, it’s not what you think,” she says, voice shaky, eyes wide.Not what I think?Is she serious right now?I glance down at Zara’s body again. Blood everywhe







