All Chapters of Her Ruthless Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

‘Har… harder… harder, Khalid,” Aura panted as he moved against her. His left hand gripped her tightly while the other rested against her side. She cried out as she reached her peak; he pulled away as quickly as possible, even though she tried to hold him longer.Aura couldn’t help but smirk—after a long dry spell, he had finally been pleased. She might be despicable, but in private she had a talent for satisfying men. She signaled him, and they stepped out of the guest bathroom into her living room, ignoring the stares of the maids. They sat on the couch.Aura told the maids to leave and, once she was sure no one was listening, produced a small vial from a box by the chair. Prince Khalid frowned as he examined the black liquid inside. Anyone in their right mind would recognize it as dangerous—he passed it back to her, uneasy.“What is that bottle for?” he asked.“I got it from a manufacturer in India. It’s a poison,” she replied.His eyes widened at the word. “Aura—”“Don’t worry,” sh

The following day dawned bright and golden, the palace draped in banners of royal blue and ivory. Servants bustled about from the early hours, hanging garlands of fresh lilies and roses along the walls of the Grand Hall. The chandeliers had been polished until they shone like captured starlight, and a red carpet stretched across the marble floors.This was no ordinary gathering—it was the King’s announcement to the world that the royal line would continue. Invitations had gone out to dignitaries, ministers, ambassadors, and even selected noble families, all eager to witness the occasion.When Prince Karl and Isabella arrived, the crowd erupted into applause. Isabella looked radiant in a flowing ivory gown embroidered with gold thread, her baby bump just beginning to show. Her hand rested delicately on Karl’s arm, who, in his dark tailored suit and sash of state, looked every bit the protective husband.“Smile, Karl,” Isabella whispered under her breath as they walked into the hall. “T

The doctor’s voice wavered, but he steadied himself under the weight of the King’s piercing gaze.“Your Majesty… Princess Isabella is alive. We managed to stabilize her.”Karl staggered forward, nearly collapsing with relief. His fists unclenched as he dragged his palms across his face, murmuring a prayer under his breath. The King exhaled heavily, the sound like a mountain shifting, though his shoulders remained tense.But before relief could settle, Karl’s voice cracked through the silence. “And the twins? Tell me about my children.”The doctor hesitated, his lips tightening as he glanced between father and son. “I… I cannot reveal that information at this moment. Medically, their condition is still uncertain. We need more time, more observation. Please understand—it’s too early to say.”Karl’s body went rigid, his relief turning into raw frustration. He seized the doctor by the coat, snarling, “They are my children! Tell me if they’re alive!”The King barked, “Karl!” The sharp rebu

One of the King’s men rushed in, his face pale. “Your Majesty—Princess Isabella is gone!”The words froze the room. Karl’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Gone? What do you mean gone?”“She vanished from her ward. The window was found open. The bed was empty. No trace of her or the twins.”The King’s fury erupted like a storm. “Impossible! This hospital is surrounded by my guards. No one enters, no one leaves without my command!”Yet the reality stood before them—Isabella was missing, stolen away from under their very noses.Karl’s knees nearly buckled as the truth sank in. His wife. His unborn children. Gone.The King slammed his fist against the wall, his voice booming through the hallways like a war cry. “Seal the city! Find her! Whoever dares touch my blood will wish they were never born!”Aura lowered her eyes, masking the faintest flicker of triumph. Khalid’s hands curled into fists at his sides, his heart pounding—not from guilt, but from anticipation.The royal family had been thr

One year later …The sound of typewriters clattering filled the narrow office where Isabella now worked as a secretary. Papers piled high on her desk, telephones rang constantly, and her boss—a demanding but fair businessman—relied heavily on her organization skills.It wasn’t glamorous, but Isabella cherished the job. It kept food on the table and gave her a sense of normalcy. No one there cared about palaces or titles; to them, she was just Miss Daniels, a young mother who was efficient, discreet, and hardworking.Every morning, she left her twins in the care of Mrs. Carter, her kindly neighbor, before walking to the office in her simple skirts and blouses. She’d type letters, arrange meetings, and balance ledgers, often sneaking glances at the framed photograph of Alexander and Amara on her desk. They were her anchor—her reason for everything.For a while, she felt safe. But shadows lurked beyond her fragile peace.*******Back at the KingdomPrince Karl was unraveling. His once-ca