The Lycan King's Secret Heirs 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

Daisy My heart plummeted straight into my stomach, the sweet, fragile relief I’d been carrying all the way from the clinic turning into ice in a single heartbeat.I stood frozen in the doorway, my fingers still locked around the cold metal of the handle. My mind scrambled, frantically searching for an excuse, a lie, anything to cover up where I had been, but my thoughts came back blank “Scarlet,” I managed to say, forcing my voice to stay even, though my throat felt bone-dry. “I was just... out in the gardens. Taking some fresh air.”Scarlet didn't jump up. She didn't raise her voice, and she didn't look angry either. She simply sat there, dark eyes watching me with a calm, unreadable intensity that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.She tilted her head, her gaze dropping briefly to the handbag tucked tightly under my arm before returning to my face.“Did the doctor reassure you?” her words were almost as sharp as a physical slap and the silence that crashed over the

Caspian .My hand slowly fell away from the door and it didn't help that every instinct I possessed screamed at me to burst into the room, to demand answers, to ask Daisy what Scarlet had done to leave that much fear in her voice.Instead, I forced myself to step backward. So I took one step backwards, then another and another, until I was far enough down the corridor that nobody inside the room could hear me breathing.Scarlet. She'd mentioned Scarlet, not lady Zara or Yvie. But Scarlet and that single name had become the center of Daisy's fear.I closed my eyes for one brief second.Something had changed while I was gone and when I finally opened them again, every piece of the last week began rearranging itself inside my mind.Scarlet had cleaned Octavian's study, she had been present after the incident and she had somehow known my trip had been productive.Now Daisy was terrified of her.None of those things proved guilt, but together, they formed a pattern, and patterns never lie

Daisy Fifteen minutes had never lasted so long.I stood alone in a corner in the sitting room, while the rest of the party went on with a glitch,the folded note clutched so tightly in my hand that the edges had begun to crease.Balcony. Fifteen minutes. — CI had read those words so many times they no longer looked real.My heart refused to settle and every possibility chased the next until I couldn't tell which frightened me more.Did he know? Had he finally discovered the truth? Was he going to apologize? Or was this his way of ending everything? Maybe he wanted to tell me, privately, that the engagement would go ahead. Maybe he wanted to ask me to leave quietly. Maybe he had seen me standing there while Yvie kissed him.The memory made my chest tighten all over again and I squeezed my eyes shut."No," I whispered to myself.Whatever happened tonight, I couldn't keep hiding anymore. Not after everything, not after the clinic and especially not after hearing my baby's heartbeat

Caspian The silence in my study was heavy, weighted with the scent of old paper, leather, and the quiet, dangerous hum of a trap being set.I leaned back in my chair, staring at the sealed letter on my desk. Professor Hawthorne had sent word earlier that morning through an encrypted courier. The final legal amendment regarding the betrothal contract’s loopholes was almost complete. It would render the mandatory agreement with Yvie’s family entirely null and void.Pairing that legal weapon with the chemical report proving Daisy and Octavian had been drugged would blow Lady Zara’s plans to dust. I had the poison report locked in my safe, but timing was everything. If I exposed the sabotage too early, whoever was in charge of it would scrub their tracks, destroy evidence, or push Zara into an immediate political counter-strike before the legal amendment was officially signed.I had to play the patient predator. I had to let them think they were winning, right up until the moment I s

Daisy The Lunar Moon Festival arrived beneath a sky so clear it almost hurt to look at. From my bedroom window, I watched servants hurry across the courtyard carrying lanterns carved from silver glass, their warm light already beginning to glow as twilight settled over the estate. Long banners stirred in the evening breeze, and somewhere below, drums began their slow, rhythmic beat. It sounded like a celebration, but for me, it sounded like a countdown. I stood in the center of my room while the maid finished fastening the final clasp at the back of my gown. "There," she said with a satisfied smile. "You look beautiful." “I know.” I managed the faintest smile in return. "Thank you." She curtsied before quietly letting herself out, leaving me alone with my reflection. The woman in the mirror wore a floor-length gown of deep midnight blue. Delicate silver embroidery shimmered across the bodice, catching the candlelight with every breath I took. I looked elegant and graceful,