Crown Prince Sells Medicine Mga Nobela at Kwento

Above her cell, the city celebrated again, this time for the prince's new engagement to Elysia Ardentia. When Adrian came to see her, he stood behind the bars in his ceremonial uniform. "I didn't poison her," she said quietly. "You know I didn't." "The Church confirmed the evidence," he replied evenly. "The herbs matched what was found in your purse." "You really believe that?" He sighed, as though tired of hearing her voice. "You were jealous. Everyone saw it. You've always wanted the throne more than love." Her throat tightened. "Did you ever love me at all?"

“Ma’am, who gave you the poison?” I give her a small smile. “It’s not important anymore.” I take off my crown, and as I do, I hear her ask, “Was it Princess Vivian?” My body freezes at her question. When I look at her, her voice is gentle. “I’m aware that you’re not the princess. King Cedric has appraised me of the situation.” “I see.” My heart is thudding in my chest. “Then”—I glance at her, confused—“why are you treating me with so much respect? I don’t expect you to—”

The rogues roared with laughter, their crass amusement blinding them to the cold, calculating glint of greed in Erico’s eyes. “Then comes the Crown Prince,” he continued, his voice gaining a chilling edge of anticipation. “He’s so utterly enamored with Zela, I’m certain he’ll pay any price to have her back. We’ll milk him for every last coin he possesses, he’ll have no choice but to pay. But be warned, you’ll collect the money while I keep the ‘cash cow’ safe and sound. Ensure my involvement is never revealed. Never speak my name, even if you’re captured and broken. Because if you do, there will be no one left to save you.”

"Yes, I do. Should you diamond encrust the tracker? I think that would really bring out the sparkle." I rolled my eyes. "You know what I'll design for you? A muzzle." "Please make it jewel-encrusted so I can sell it for a nice mini yacht." I shoved him again, more playfully this time. "It will be all glass crystals so you won't be able to tell the difference. You'll get laughed out of the appraiser's office before you even have a chance to sit down." "I can't believe you'd treat your best man this way. I thought you were better than this, Rashid. It seems your Prince-ly ways have never truly left you."

My voice was entirely flat, freezing, and completely devoid of emotion. "Seal the room. Lock it down entirely. Let absolutely no one in, not even the Chief Medical Officers. If anyone asks, he is under a strict, quarantined rest." "Yes, Lord Malachi," the guards muttered in unison. They instantly drew their heavy swords, stepping in front of the doors and locking down the corridor. I turned back to look at the broken, seizing King one last time before pulling the heavy doors shut. "Marcus!" I shouted down the dark hall. "Bring me a raven. It is time to send a message to our ambassadors at the summit. Announce the Alpha's tragic, sudden decline. Let the entire court know that the Blood Moon c

“You must die today, so I can marry your sister and secure the Prime Minister’s favor.” ​A brutal slam. Forehead against jagged stone. Warm blood blinding her vision. ​Through the fading consciousness of the memory, a brief, fragmented image flashed, a fleeting glance from a man with piercing eyes and a dangerous aura. The exiled Crown Prince. A man whose passing shadow of interest in her had sparked the deadly jealousy of her sister. But before Sua could grasp the context of that royal rumor, the memory shifted back to sheer agony. ​Cai Ji’s mocking laughter. The slow, burning poison slipped into her daily meals over months, destroying her beauty and rotting her from the inside out. Then, t

Duke Seleste's table goes berserk because of what they heard. "According to the Empire law 11609, you are not allowed to sell an item that wasn't fully paid or it was sell before a fully one month signed contract. That is the law which the merchants, shops and stores are following when it comes to selling their items. Wouldn't it be unfair to think that the Crown Prince sold an item without being fully paid and without following the one month contract?" "But there was no evidence that the Crown Prince sold the tiara," Duke Armand protested.

And like clockwork, a secret messenger sent word that he had found the route which Edwin’s opium supplier takes, even though I was the duke, one of my requests for marrying the princess was to make me an official with the royal crest and decree I needed to cool off anyway and this was the best option, we had reached the supplier’s turf, and my men handpicked from the palace surged forward capturing all the illegal dealers and goods, even if none of the hosts were there, this was a big win For a fact they know now I exist and I am here to stop their illegal dealings “do you have any jurisdiction here? The supplier screamed, “do you know who these are for?” “for one I was expecting you to tell