Todos los capítulos de Game of hearts: The Ruthless Alpha and his warrior bride : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Celeste "What have you found?" I asked Sylvester once we were in a safe enough area from prying eyes."Well, the gardener's family was indeed visited by someone just like you predicted.""I see...who?""A low ranking guard I know very well.""A guard?" "You seem disappointed.""No, not disappointed... surprised." I said, stroking my chin."Why? if I may ask?" "Nothing. something seems off. Can you point out this guard?""I can, but he's off duty today."I nodded."Well, keep your eyes on the gardener's family. I want every Information you can get from them. I want to know their every movement.""Yes, your Majesty. There's also one more thing."Sylvester said."What is it?""The gardener's family...When I got there, they seem to hate him.""I'd assume so. He's part of the resistance army, is he not? they would want to do anything to not stain their name..""I suppose so.""What I need from you is to follow the guard everywhere. Whoever he is, I'm sure he is working for the real mole.

CelesteCelia led me outside the pack house without saying a word.The moment we stepped into the open grounds, I felt it. The shift. The way people noticed me and then pretended not to. Workers paused in their tasks. Servants lowered their heads. Conversations stopped as if someone had pressed a hand over every mouth at once.I kept walking.Whispers still reached me.“Murderer.”“She enjoys killing.”“She should never have been crowned.”I did not look in their direction. I had learned how to move through hatred without letting it slow me down. Once upon a time, it hurt. Now, it simply existed.Celia glanced at me. “Is this how it is every day?”I shrugged. “More or less.”She frowned. “And it does not bother you?”“It used to,” I admitted. “Now it does not faze me anymore.”That was not entirely true. It still found its way under my skin when I least expected it. But I refused to give anyone the satisfaction of knowing that.We walked farther from the pack house, the air growing co

CelesteThe morning came quietly, almost deceptively calm. Sunlight filtered through the high windows of the east wing, but it could not warm the heaviness clinging to my chest. Sleep had been shallow, restless, fractured by memories that surged and receded like tides. The boy, the battlefield, the blood on my hands, and Edgar watching silently each image replayed over and over. I rose quickly, dressing in muted colors, my movements deliberate. The weight of yesterday’s revelations pressed down like a leaden cloak.Lyra was waiting in the library, as she often did. She had been here before me, arranging her notebooks and books into neat stacks, though one pile leaned precariously. Her eyes lifted as I entered, attentive, and she gave me a small, calm smile. There was a quiet steadiness to her that I trusted, a kind of clarity I needed right now.“Good morning,” she said, her tone measured. “You look… tense.”“I am,” I admitted. “I can’t stop thinking about what I learned yesterday. Ab

CelesteI did not go back to the east wing that day.As tempting as it was, I knew better. Discovering the truth was one thing. Acting without thought was another. Edgar was not careless, and neither could I afford to be.Instead, I stayed visible.That alone was a strategy.I attended breakfast in the great hall, seated beside Edgar as expected. Servants moved around us, heads bowed, careful not to linger too long. I kept my expression calm, neutral, the way a queen was meant to look. Inside, my thoughts were anything but calm.Edgar noticed everything. I knew that now.“You’re quiet,” he said casually, cutting a piece of meat on his plate. “Did you sleep poorly?”I met his gaze and offered a faint smile. “The bed was fine. My thoughts were not.”He studied me for a second longer than necessary. Then he nodded. “That happens.”Nothing else was said, but the tension sat between us like a live wire.After breakfast, I excused myself under the pretense of reviewing palace matters. Edgar

Chapter 119 Celeste The morning air was crisp when I left my room. My mind was alert, every nerve tuned to notice the smallest shift around me. Lyra followed close, her notebook clutched tightly, ready for anything. “We need to be careful,” I whispered. “One wrong move, and we alert him—or worse, someone else.” Lyra nodded, her face serious. “Yes, Your Majesty. I’ll be… I’ll be like a shadow, yes?” “Exactly,” I said, though I doubted shadows could move as fast as my thoughts. We moved through the corridors quietly, taking hidden stairways and service passages. My plan was simple but required precision. I needed to follow the guard, find out where he was reporting, and, most importantly, discover who the real mole was. By midday, we reached the outer gates. The guard was already there, moving with cautious steps. His eyes scanned the streets, then the rooftops, then back to the palace grounds. He moved almost mechanically, as though following a pattern ingrained in him over mon