Isabella Stark gets dumped at the altar by her betrothed of ten years, the crown prince of the royal family who happens to be in a secret affair with her best friend. In order to cover her shame and get her royal revenge, she agrees on the same day to marry her enemy. How will this royal romance banter end?
view moreOh, Daddy…” Aura’s voice broke as she stepped into the ICU, her eyes flooding with tears. Her heart clenched at the sight of her father, Duke Miles, lying still and pale on life support. Monitors beeped softly in the background, echoing the fragility of the once powerful man before her.He looked nothing like the robust figure she had always known. The Duke’s face was pale and gaunt, tubes and wires connecting him to machines that fought desperately to keep him alive. It was a brutal sight, one that shattered every ounce of pride Aura had left.According to the royal bodyguards outside the room, his car had veered off the road and fallen into a steep valley. But that didn’t sit well with her.“His driver has always been cautious,” Aura whispered through clenched teeth. “He never speeds, never takes unnecessary risks. What really happened? Was someone trying to kill my father… or was this just cruel fate?”Her voice, already hoarse from hours of weeping, cracked under the weight of des
Prince Khalid was lost in thought, his expression unreadable as he stared out over the estate gardens. His mind kept circling the urgent phone call that had dragged Prince Karl away from the breakfast table. Something about the tone in Madam Eunice’s voice hadn’t sat right with him.Across the room, Aura fumed. She had watched him brood for long enough. Her patience was thinning by the second.“Let’s go swimming, my love,” she said, trying to lighten the mood, brushing her fingers across his shoulder in an attempt at seduction.“You go ahead,” he replied flatly, not even looking at her. “I need to think.”Aura’s hand dropped to her side. “What are you thinking about? Isabella?”His silence was damning.“You think I haven’t noticed how your eyes follow her around like a drone? What do you take me for?” she snapped, her voice rising in frustration.Khalid blinked and turned to her, his brows furrowed. “What are you ranting about?”“Oh, don’t you dare act clueless!” she seethed, storming
Morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom. Isabella stirred beneath the silk sheets, her body sore in the most delicious way. The scent of passion still lingered in the air. Karl lay beside her, bare-chested, one arm slung possessively around her waist. For a fleeting moment, it felt like the world had melted away—quiet, still, and entirely theirs. But reality never stayed silent for long. A soft knock echoed at the door, followed by the careful voice of Madam Eunice. “My Lady… breakfast is ready. Prince Khalid and Lady Aura are already at the table.” Isabella exhaled slowly. Karl’s hand slid lazily up her thigh, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin just below her hip. “Don’t go,” he murmured, eyes still closed, voice gravelly with sleep. “Let them wait.” She smiled to herself, torn between temptation and pride. “As much as I’d love to, I won’t give them the satisfaction of thinking they’ve shaken me.” Karl opened his eyes, studying he
As soon as Madam Eunice ushered them into the guest room, Aura slammed the door shut behind her and threw her bag across the room. The sheer audacity of Isabella—gliding around like she owned the place, glowing like a goddess, while she, Aura, was being treated like some afterthought.She marched to the mirror, her eyes burning with rage. Without hesitation, she stripped off what was left of her tight-fitting dress, the fabric pooling at her feet.“She thinks she’s won,” she hissed under her breath, slipping into a thin, barely-there silk robe that clung to her curves like a lover’s touch. “But this is far from over.”Just then, she felt strong arms wrap around her waist. Prince Khalid pulled her against his chest, his hands smoothing along her hips as he tried to calm her with gentle kisses to her neck.But Aura wasn’t in the mood for tenderness. She jerked out of his hold, spinning around.“Why did you let your brother speak to you like that?” she snapped. “Why didn’t you put him in
Father, you have to listen to me. I just want to check on my brother—it’s been a week, and we haven’t heard from him.”“Khalid, you’ve been far too distracted these days. I need you to focus on your duties here in the kingdom. Besides, we both know you’re only going after Isabella.”The King muttered this as he walked into his study, with Khalid tagging along behind him.“Isabella is no longer yours. You have to get over this. She belongs to your brother now—thanks to you—and it can’t be reversed. Just let it go.”But Khalid wasn’t ready to let it go. “I know, Father. I sincerely just want to check on my brother.”“Fine, you can go—but be warned. If I hear of any trouble, you will lose your title.” The King’s voice was stern. Khalid bowed, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips.⸻Meanwhile, Aura was in the royal treasury, admiring the beautiful jewelry and the crown once worn by the late Queen—the boys’ mother.“One day, I’ll be the one wearing this crown. Not Isabella,” she w
Isabella leaned against the cool wall outside the art room, her chest heaving. The weight of what she had just seen—and what she had felt—settled over her like a heavy cloak. “Caramel”The name echoed in her mind, louder now than ever. The resemblance between herself and the woman in those portraits was no coincidence. She could feel it in her bones. Who was she? A former lover? A ghost from Karl’s past? Or something even stranger? She walked back to her room, each step echoing with the tension still vibrating in her body. As she shut the door behind her, she pressed her forehead against the wood. She needed answers, but Prince Karl wasn’t exactly the most approachable man in the world—not when he was shouting or throwing her out of rooms. Later that evening, dinner was served in her room again. She had no appetite, pushing the food around her plate. Her mind was consumed by those hauntingly beautiful paintings. The eyes of that woman—Caramel—still stared at her even when she close
Isabel stormed out of the room as if her life depended on it. As soon as she came out, Madam Eunice called to her, “Ma’am, there’s a call for your highness, he left his phone sun the sitting room ”“And who could that be?” she asked in irritation as she took the phone from Eunice.“Hello? Isabella speaking…”“My beautiful daughter… I am so glad to hear your voice. I’ve been trying to reach you to no avail, so I had to call your husband.”Isabella’s emotions melted immediately at the sound of her father’s voice.“I’ve missed you too, Dad. And you don’t need to worry — I’m doing very well with Karl,” she assured him.“Hope he’s treating you well? Does he love you?” her dad asked, not hiding the anxiety in his voice.“Dad, Karl is a good man, and I’m happy to be married to him. He treats me very well and would never hurt me like his brother did.”Hearing herself speak well of her husband made her smile ironically, because she knew she and Prince Karl couldn’t stand each other. But that d
It had been an adventurous week. Isabel had gone sightseeing, mountain climbing, and taken endless walks on the beach. The icing on the cake for her was that she hadn’t seen Prince Karl all week. Madam Eunice had mentioned that he was busy with the President of Malaysia. Isabel didn’t care about that—as long as he was out of her space, she was fine with it. Prince Karl was a hardworking man. He didn’t rely solely on his royal inheritance; he worked tirelessly to build his own empire. He had spent the past week closing a deal with the President of Malaysia so his airline could begin operations in the country, and the negotiations had been successful. Every elite entity in the world wanted to do business with him—he was a business magnate. As soon as the deal was finalized, he rushed back to his island, refusing to attend the dinner party the president had arranged in honor of their new partnership.Prince Karl thought of Isabel. He hadn’t seen her in days, and although he refused to a
It was late at night, and Aura rolled on the bed, stretching out her hand, only to realize that Prince Khalid was not beside her. She sat up, surprised and confused. She had spent the whole day with the prince. She had even been naked in front of him, yet he hadn’t been aroused. He always seemed lost in thought. She had to scream at him several times just to get his attention. Something was wrong. Why was her man acting this way? Isabel and Prince Karl were not in the palace, so there were no distractions—yet his heart still seemed distant. She had tried everything to bring his mind back to her, but all her efforts had been in vain. Aura went to the balcony, only to find him sitting outside with a bottle of whiskey. “What’s troubling you, my love? You’ve been like this all day. You haven’t even noticed me like you used to,” she said softly. “Please, I just want to be left alone,” the prince grumbled. “But you can’t—” “I said leave,” he ordered. Aura immediately left his presen
A soft knock on the door woke Isabella Stark from her beauty sleep. She could hear the bustling of activities downstairs and in the courtyard. She remembered that today was her wedding day. She suddenly felt a tight nudge in her belly. In a few hours, she would be married to the crown prince of the Netherlands—her childhood betrothed and fiancé of over ten years. “Yes, come in,” she answered. The maid entered, smiling sheepishly at her. “Good morning, my lady. Hope your night was blissful?” “Good morning, Madina,” Isabella replied. “Night was fine. How was yours?” “Fine, my lady,” Madina replied. “Are you ready for your bath? The dresser will be here soon to get you ready,” she reminded her. Isabella covered herself with her sheet, grumbling. She didn’t feel like leaving her room today. Something just felt off about the day. She wished she could stay in bed the whole day. “Please give me five minutes,” she told Madina. “Of course,” Madina replied and continued whistling happily...
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