All Chapters of Breaking the Crown Prince: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Thank you for the question," I said softly, my voice composed and smooth. "As a woman and a wife, none of us would ever want to be in this position. Seeing the husband and the stepsister I care about targeted by dirty rumors is truly a heavy blow to my heart." I turned my head slightly toward Alex, then caught Zeena’s eye, flashing a faint smile heavy with underlying meaning. "However, I am a firm believer in the presumption of innocence and hard, legal proof," I continued, adopting an innocent tone while weaving in subtle emphasis. "Alex is a truly remarkable husband. He is a man who is skilled, extremely skilled at managin

Alex was completely stunned. My pathetic excuse for a husband panicked beyond belief.His eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets. He stared at me as if I had just thrown a live hand grenade right onto his lap.He swallowed hard, but it felt like swallowing jagged gravel. Cold sweat drenched his forehead once more. He was trapped in a lethal crossroad.If he denied my statement right now in front of dozens of live cameras, he would implicitly confess that Zeena had joined his company through a secret connection with him.However, if he agreed with it, he was officially endorsing the public lie I had deliberately constructed to trap them both."T-that's, yes, that's correct," Alex finally stammered out, forcing a rigid, terribly awkward smile.He nodded along in helpless defeat like a wooden puppet. "Zeena, she is indeed a very hard-working employee."I flashed a sweet, radiant smile. It was an elegant expression that looked like the pride of a loving stepsister to the public, ye

Panic-stricken to his core, Alex abruptly cut me off. He rose halfway from his seat, snatching his microphone with trembling hands. Cold sweat had completely soaked his neck and suit collar. Alex was truly teetering on the brink of a complete breakdown. He knew all too well that if I were allowed to speak for just one more minute in this deceptively gentle manner, his entire rotten scenario would be stripped bare and exposed before millions of watching eyes! "Zoya, please! This press conference is to clarify our marriage, not a venue to discuss the technical details of internal office gifts!" Alex exclaimed, his voice shaking viole

The press conference, soaked in cold sweat, finally reached the edge of the abyss.Under the sharp glare of studio lights and the relentless, rapid flash of cameras, my lawyer handed the Asset Tracing and Independent Investigation Agreement to the front table.That sheet of white paper now looked like a death warrant for the two traitors at my side.Alex's face was completely drained of color. His lips trembled as his fingers snatched the offered pen.He glanced at me for a split second, as if searching for the slightest trace of pity or compromise in my eyes. But all I offered him was the deep, impenetrable chill of a frozen ocean.With heavy, labored breaths, Alex was forced to sign the document.The tip of his pen pressed down so hard on the paper, as if venting all the fury and choking terror suffocating his throat.Beside him, Zeena held her pen with severely shaking hands. Her red-polished fingernails stood out in stark contrast against her corpse-pale skin.The tears of humilia

"It's a secret. Just sit back, look pretty, and enjoy the ride," he promised firmly, leaving no room for negotiation. I let out a heavy sigh and threw my back against the seat in resignation. Whatever! I knew the character of the man in front of me all too well. Even if I refused or screamed at him to stop, headstrong Shane would simply keep pushing, finding a million excuses to drive this car wherever he pleased. I studied the sharp line of Shane's jaw from the side as he drove. He seemed unusually energized this afternoon. I had no idea what surprise or mischief he was preparing for me at the end of the road. But there was one thing I