He Is The Usurper

Percival had always been arrogant, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. They say all roads lead to Rome, but Percival was born in Rome—truly a golden child.

With talent comes ego, and everyone around him bowed to his whims. Add to that his good looks, high status, and charisma, and he never lacked for admirers.

But he was emotionally detached, never desiring anyone—until he met Eulalia. A woman he thought he’d loathe for a lifetime, yet she shattered all his preconceptions.

He believed she loved him to death, especially after four years of a dutiful marriage where she put up with his every whim.

But now, someone told him that all of Eulalia’s affection was misplaced. She had mistaken him for another man.

He had been enjoying another man’s love; Eulalia was never meant to be his.

The thought was a gut punch, veins popping on his forehead. Pressing his temples, Percival leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to suppress the rage boiling within.

“Don’t run your mouth around her a