I watch as Rowena’s face transforms. She plasters on a fake smile and tries to engage the prince, but he doesn't respond to her. Instead, he dismisses her coldly, not even acknowledging her presence. Then, he casually takes a fig tart and places it on his plate, turning to me with a wink. “I didn’t

I send one last prayer to the Goddess above that I don’t appear as nervous as I feel. Then, I take a deep breath, and address the audience. “Good morning, everyone. I am Fiona from Silver Moon and I am not going to stand here and open up a presentation for you.” At that, I see the people in the aud

Another board member interjects, "But doesn't Sir Micah have a wife?" Brandon seizes the opening to manipulate the situation further. "Even if he does, he's never introduced her to us. So, she must not be that important, whereas we all know about Rowena's relationship with him. In this scenario, d

Kieran’s POV I sit at the dimly lit bar, the hum of conversations and clinking glasses fading into the background as I clutch the only picture I have of my twin sister. It's a simple photograph- a newborn baby swaddled in white blankets. My heart aches as I study the innocent face of the baby in t

Micah’s POV I feel the hot, burning sensation on my face, and I momentarily freeze. The sensation is unfamiliar – After all, I've never been on the receiving end of a slap. Nobody can dare do that to me and live except … Fiona. Speaking of Fiona, I observe as she plants her hands on her hips, swa