All Chapters of Her Ruthless Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

His injury had become infected, and your husband was rushed to the hospital after he lost consciousness. He had a fever, but fortunately, he was finally stabilized after being treated by the doctors. It was a miracle he had been rushed in early.Jules explained to Isabella, who was sitting sitting on the other side of the driver, urging him to drive faster, not caring if they were over the speed limit. All she wanted was to be close to her husband.It’s all my fault. It’s all my fault, she sniffled as the car sped on. It’s all my fault that he’s in this condition. He came to save me, and now he’s almost gotten himself killed. She tried her best, but she was unsuccessful in holding back her tears.Prince Karl was asleep when she walked into his hospital room, and she was nearly at her breaking point seeing how fragile he looked. He was so pale and weak, it scared the living hell out of her.“He’s okay, Isabella,” the doctor said. “He just needs rest.”Juice stood next to her, and thoug

The ride to Duke Stark’s estate was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the engine. Isabella leaned against Karl’s chest, her fingers intertwined with his, but she could feel the tension radiating off him. His silence was heavy, deliberate. He hadn’t said a word since Aura’s cruel insinuation.Jules, sensing the charged air between them, remained focused on the road.By the time they reached the estate and were settled in their private chambers, Isabella’s nerves were unraveling. Karl dismissed the guards with a sharp wave of his hand, then shut the door with a firmness that made her flinch.“Isabella,” he said, his voice low but unyielding. “Look at me.”She hesitated, her hands trembling as she fumbled with her shawl. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to his, and the intensity there nearly broke her.“Was she telling the truth?” Karl asked, each word deliberate. “Are you pregnant?”Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She tried to look away, but Karl gently cupped her chin, forcing her g

The royal dining hall glowed with morning light spilling through the tall stained-glass windows. Silver platters of fresh fruit and steaming bread lined the long oak table. The King sat at the head, his once-powerful frame stooped with age, but his eyes still sharp, still regal. Courtiers and servants moved quietly around him as he lifted his golden goblet.Prince Khalid entered, his face carefully arranged into an expression of calm, though inside his heart burned with envy. He had rehearsed this moment all night—the moment he would deliver the news that would shatter his father’s fragile pride and turn his wrath on Karl.Bowing slightly, he took his seat at the King’s right. “Father,” he began smoothly, slicing into the silence. “There is… news I feel compelled to share. News about Karl.”The King’s fork paused mid-air, his brows drawing together. “Karl?”Khalid leaned back in his chair, his tone deliberately casual but sharp enough to sting. “Yes. It seems he and Isabella have been

The morning sun poured gently through the tall windows of Duke Stark’s estate, gilding the breakfast table where Isabella and Prince Karl sat together. Their peace was interrupted by the arrival of a royal courier, dressed in the crimson and gold livery of the crown. He bowed deeply before handing Karl a sealed envelope bearing the King’s crest.Karl broke the seal with a scowl, his sharp eyes skimming the parchment. Isabella watched his expression harden, his jaw tightening as though each word carved into him.“What is it?” she asked softly.He tossed the letter onto the table, his lips curling into disdain. “An invitation. A banquet at the palace in our honor.” His voice dripped with sarcasm. “To ‘welcome us back into the family.’”Isabella reached for the parchment, her eyes scanning the words that seemed so warm, so inviting. Her heart stirred with hope, but Karl’s simmering anger clouded the room.“I won’t go,” he said flatly, pushing back from the table. “I’ve no interest in par

The ride back from the palace was quiet, the hum of the royal car blending with the rhythmic sound of the entourage cars from the guards escorting them. Isabella leaned against Karl’s shoulder, her hand entwined with his. She could still feel the heat of his words at the banquet, the way he had silenced his aunt and declared his truth before the entire court.When they arrived at Duke Stark’s estate, the servants hurried to welcome them. Once inside, Isabella turned to face her husband, her eyes shimmering.“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft but full of emotion. “For standing up for me tonight. For defending our child. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t spoken.”Karl’s jaw tightened. He pulled her close, pressing his lips briefly to her forehead. “Don’t thank me,” he said, his tone gruff but steady. “I never wanted to set foot in that palace again. I went because you wanted it—for you, and for the child.”She smiled faintly, resting her hand on his chest. “Even