All Chapters of Her Ruthless Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Oh, Daddy…” Aura’s voice broke as she stepped into the ICU, her eyes flooding with tears. Her heart clenched at the sight of her father, Duke Miles, lying still and pale on life support. Monitors beeped softly in the background, echoing the fragility of the once powerful man before her.He looked nothing like the robust figure she had always known. The Duke’s face was pale and gaunt, tubes and wires connecting him to machines that fought desperately to keep him alive. It was a brutal sight, one that shattered every ounce of pride Aura had left.According to the royal bodyguards outside the room, his car had veered off the road and fallen into a steep valley. But that didn’t sit well with her.“His driver has always been cautious,” Aura whispered through clenched teeth. “He never speeds, never takes unnecessary risks. What really happened? Was someone trying to kill my father… or was this just cruel fate?”Her voice, already hoarse from hours of weeping, cracked under the weight of des

The next morning, Prince Karl awoke to find Isabella’s side of the bed empty.It was unusual—he was always the first to wake. A flicker of confusion passed through his sleepy mind. Where could she have gone this early? He glanced at the clock. It was just after dawn. With a tired yawn, he tossed the covers aside and walked into the bathroom.He stopped dead in his tracks.Isabella was standing before the mirror, wrapped in his robe. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, beads of water trailing down her bare neck. She had just stepped out of the shower, and the scent of lavender lingered in the air.She turned slowly, fluttering her lashes at him, and something in Karl’s chest tightened. Her beauty was maddening. Soft. Raw. Intimate. She was radiant in the early morning light—and yet the ache in her eyes tugged at him more than her body ever could.For a moment, neither of them spoke.She looked at him like she was seeing someone she couldn’t have.He looked at her like he didn’t know

The next morning, Isabella woke to find Karl beside her, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. When did he come in? she wondered, groggy and disoriented. Her head pounded with a dull ache. I must have really drank a lot yesterday. Gently, she eased his arm off her body and slipped out of bed. The memories from the masked club came flooding back—the music, the kiss, the sudden revelation that the man was her husband. Her cheeks flushed with heat. She needed a shower. A long, cold one. By the time she stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling around her, wrapped in a silk robe and towel-drying her hair, there was a soft knock on the bedroom door. It was hesitant, almost like whoever was outside didn’t want to be heard. She frowned. “Yes, come in,” she called. Two palace guards entered, heads bowed, visibly nervous. One clutched a folded newspaper in both hands. “Your Highness…” he said with a tremble in his voice, “This morning’s edition of the Redington Royal Digest. Y

As soon as Prince Karl left the clinic, he called his head of security.“Major Felix, I want to know who is behind the attack on my wife. Find out everything you can before the day runs out.”“Noted, Boss. I’m on it. In fact, I’ve already sent word out in the streets.”“Good.”“Who are you talking to?” Isabella asked curiously as she approached him.“Not something you should worry about, dear,” he replied.⸻Three hours later, in the shadowed security room of the Redington Royal Palace, Prince Karl stood with his arms folded, staring at a series of surveillance feeds. His jaw was tight, his eyes burning with a mixture of fury and determination.“She didn’t do it,” he said finally, breaking the silence. “Aura didn’t leak that photo.”Across from him, one of his most trusted royal guards, Commander Miles, nodded.“We’ve been going through the press tip-offs from the last twenty-four hours, Your Highness. The media house that first published the story — The Redington Royal Digest — claim

*Three Days Later at the Queen’s Memorial* The grand courtyard of Redington Royal Palace was shrouded in mourning. Black banners fluttered in the breeze, and members of the royal family stood in somber silence as the Queen’s urn was placed atop the memorial altar. Dignitaries, royals, and citizens watched with solemn reverence. Every eye was on the ceremony… but Prince Karl’s never left Isabella. Karl entwined his fingers with hers in a gesture of support, and she nodded in gratitude. As they approached the chapel, the security guards pushed back the crowd that had come to pay their respects to the late Queen. The crowd cheered for the King and Prince Williams. “Ouch!” Isabella winced as a stone struck her shoulder. “Are you okay?” Prince Karl asked, instantly alert. “Yes… I think I’m fine. Someone just threw a stone at me.” She tried to downplay the situation, but it quickly escalated. Someone in the crowd suddenly yelled, hurling insults at her — “Royal whore!” — and chao