Immediately after Aura and Prince Khalid left the church, they went to a hotel room. Smiling slyly, Aura poured a bottle of champagne and made a toast, clinking her glass against Prince Khalid’s. She was finally the winner. He was with her in the hotel, and he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. He was no longer going to marry her best friend. She couldn’t believe that her plan had finally worked.
Yesterday, she had been so frustrated, wondering why Isabella always had the best of everything. She thought about it—she was also from an extremely wealthy and influential family. They were both educated and beautiful. So why was Isabella the one chosen to become the Crown Princess? In desperation, she had called Prince Khalid. “I love him,” she had told herself bitterly. She had been sleeping with Prince Khalid for the past three years without her best friend knowing. Now, Isabella was about to marry him, and Aura had to act fast before she lost everything. “Is everything okay?” Prince Khalid had asked when he picked up the call. “I haven’t been feeling well… I need you,” she had quickly responded. Without hesitation, Prince Khalid had left everything he was doing and rushed to meet her at the hotel. As he was leaving the palace, his younger brother suddenly stepped out of the shadows, startling him. “What the hell?!” Khalid yelled, his heart still racing from the shock. “Where are you going?” Prince Karl asked. “I am your elder brother! You have no right to question me!” Prince Khalid shot back. “And yet, you still haven’t answered my question,” his brother persisted. Khalid exhaled sharply. “I’m going to pick a wedding present for my wife-to-be. I have to get it myself.” Prince Karl frowned deeply. He knew Khalid was lying—after all, the wedding presents had been delivered days ago. Suspicious, he signaled one of the bodyguards to follow his brother and find out what he was up to. Meanwhile, Khalid drove as fast as he could to the hotel where Aura was waiting for him, oblivious to the car discreetly trailing behind him. His only concern was Aura. A few minutes later, he arrived at the hotel. Aura opened the door, looking perfectly fine. “Please don’t tell me you made me rush here for nothing,” Khalid grumbled. Aura smirked. “Make love to me, my prince.” Khalid hesitated. “You know I’m getting married tomorrow.” “It’s our last night together,” she whispered seductively. “I want you to make rough love to me. I want you to make love to me like tomorrow doesn’t exist.” Prince Khalid couldn’t resist. He gave in, giving her exactly what she wanted. When they were done, Aura turned to him with a serious expression. “I hope you know this will be the last time I’ll be your mistress.” “It doesn’t have to be,” Khalid replied quickly. “I promise I will take care of you. Please, be mine. You know it’s normal for royals to have concubines.” Aura frowned. “I will not be your concubine! I would never subject myself to that kind of position! Why does she get to be the wife while I remain a secret?” “Aura, you know I can’t call off the wedding. I would risk my father’s wrath.” “I don’t care! Call off the wedding, or this will be the end of our relationship!” she demanded. “And you know no one will ever give it to you the way I do.” Prince Khalid was torn. He had always enjoyed his time with Aura—no one had ever satisfied him the way she did. He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again. Instead, he silently got dressed and walked toward the door. Aura shut the door behind him and burst into tears. Hearing her cry broke his heart, but he forced himself to keep walking. As he drove off, Aura wiped her tears. Her plan had worked exactly as she had hoped. Prince Khalid had called off the wedding. And to make things even better, her so-called best friend had been publicly humiliated. She was finally the winner of the day. She smiled as she laid in his chest possessively.Duke Stark stood at the hospital door, contemplating whether to go in and see his daughter again or allow her some privacy. On second thought, he decided to leave for now. His heart ached, and his fists clenched as he stepped out of the hospital.He was suddenly bombarded by questions from reporters. He was taken aback, wondering how they had found out which hospital they were in. He was flooded with questions he wished he had the answers to—questions about why his daughter had been abandoned at the altar on her wedding day. The flashing cameras almost made him lose his mind.Thanks to the ever-efficient security team he had recently employed, a path was cleared for him to get into his car. “Where are we heading, sir?” his driver asked, sympathy in his eyes. “The Reddington Palace,” the duke replied, tears welling up.The driver nodded and drove off.The duke intended to give the royal family a piece of his mind.The moment they arrived at the palace, he stepped in and walked straig
“Isabel, it’s time for us to go home. The doctor said you are fine,” Fabian muttered as he tried to help his sister sit up. “Dad must be home waiting for us. Let’s leave, please. You will feel better at home. Madina said she made your favorite.” Fabian tried to make her feel better.Isabel looked at herself in the mirror and realized how horrible she looked. She had been crying for hours and hadn’t even noticed that it was already night. “Before we leave, I want to make a quick call,” she said. “Tell me it’s to Prince Karl,” Fabian asked with curiosity. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?” Isabella replied sarcastically.Fabian laughed. “I’m happy your sarcasm is back. That’s my sister right there.”Isabel picked up her phone and called Prince Karl.Prince Karl was in a park close to the hospital, dressed casually in shorts and a T-shirt, with dark glasses as a disguise, when his phone rang. “For a second, I thought you would never call,” he said. “I would like us to talk more about
Early the following morning, Prince Khalid rolled over in bed, refusing to wake up when his phone suddenly rang. Grumbling, he checked the screen—it was Aura calling. “Why are you calling me so early? Are you missing me already?” he teased. “Turn on your TV immediately.”Aura’s voice sounded tense, making the sleep in his eyes disappear instantly. He quickly turned on the TV, and to his dismay, he saw his brother, Prince Karl, exchanging vows with Isabella in a wedding ceremony at the royal parish. Media from all over the world were capturing and reposting the event. “Father! Father!” Prince Khalid screamed in confusion and frustration as he ran down the stairs, forgetting he was only wearing his night garment.When he stormed into the royal office, he found his father watching the ceremony. “Father, can you see what Karl is doing?” “Get out of my office this minute!” the king thundered. “You boys will not be the death of me!” “But, Father—” Khalid tried to object. “I said leav
As the new couple left the king’s office and headed to their room, they were interrupted by the sudden arrival of Aura and Prince Khalid. Prince Karl squeezed Isabel’s hand, reassuring her that there was nothing to panic about. “Tell me this is some prank, Karl… are you for real, bro?” Prince Khalid exclaimed with increasing anger. Isabella was irritated by the audacity of her ex-fiancé and ex-best friend confronting her. She clenched her teeth in disgust. Sensing her rising emotions, Prince Karl held her firmly by the waist, making her feel protected and relaxed. However, seeing his younger brother with Isabel nearly drove Prince Khalid to madness. “You know I have better things to do with my time than involve myself in your games,” Prince Karl responded coldly. “Isabella is mine now, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.” Aura cringed at Prince Karl’s tone; truthfully, she had always been in love with him, but he had always been unreachable, never sparing her a second glance
Prince Karl went into the garden to get some fresh air. This was his place of solitude whenever he needed to plan or had something on his mind. As he poured himself another glass of whiskey, he heard footsteps behind him. When he looked back, he realized it was his brother, Prince Khalid. He rolled his eyes in disgust. “You seem to be craving my company of late, brother,” he mocked. “How may I help you?” he asked. “I think now that we are alone, you can come clean with me,” Prince Khalid said in desperation. “What’s your intention? Why did you marry Isabella?” “Oh, I see my wife is giving you sleepless nights.” “Stop calling her your wife,” Prince Khalid fought to keep his voice down so the staff would not hear the confrontation. “What’s your problem, Khalid?” Prince Karl asked in irritation. “Whatever games you and I are playing, you shouldn’t have involved Isabel. You know she is innocent; that’s my problem,” Khalid shot at him. “How do you know I am playing games with her? W
The maid dressed Isabel in silence, styling her hair into a bun. “You look beautiful, my princess,” she complimented. “Thanks, dear,” Isabel replied.The staff adored Isabel for her kindness, whereas they disliked Aura, who often spoke harshly to them. In hushed tones, they wished the crown prince would never marry Aura.Ten minutes later, Isabel entered with Prince Karl, his arm possessively around her waist. Seeing this, Prince Khalid was infuriated. They greeted the king and took their seats. Aura, seated next to Prince Khalid, felt a pang of jealousy as she observed the chemistry between the couple. “Good morning, Prince Karl,” she greeted, deliberately ignoring Isabel. Prince Karl, in response, acted as if she didn’t exist.Aura felt embarrassed. Why does Isabel always have the best of everything? She thought she had bested her, only to see her with the most handsome and wealthy man in the kingdom, who clearly adored her. Everyone knew Prince Karl’s net worth was higher than the
Jules sipped his tea, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Prince Karl entering the restaurant, which was immediately evacuated for the safety of his best friend. Jules was a childhood friend of Prince Karl and also his personal pilot. They had shared an unbreakable bond since they were little and were even closer than brothers. That’s why Prince Karl had persuaded his mother to let Jules become a pilot when he sensed that his life was in danger some years back. Jules not only flew him but also managed his airline on his behalf. “Here comes the wife snatcher,” Jules said, opening his arms for a hug. Prince Karl scoffed and embraced him. “Why would I steal her? I was simply saving her from humiliation,” he grumbled. “Though I am beginning to regret it.” “So, since when did you become the knight in shining armor that saves the damsel in distress? Last I checked, you disliked her, or were you pretending all this while?” “I still hate her, but I hate my brother more.” “So you’re doin
“Welcome, Your Highness. My name is Eunice. I am the housekeeper of this resort,” a middle-aged woman dressed in a corporate suit approached Isabel and smiled warmly. “It’s nice meeting you, ma’am. Please call me Isabel.” “Nice meeting you too, Your Highness. Sorry, but I won’t be able to address you by your name. His Highness, my boss and the owner of this resort, frowns upon that,” Eunice said as she ushered Isabel into her room. “Will I be sharing a room with His Highness?” Isabel asked as they entered the large room, which looked like a master suite. She hoped they would stay in separate rooms, as she did not want to be embarrassed by him again. “I am not sure. His Highness’s room is in the south wing, and that’s where he went.” “Thank God,” Isabel sighed in relief. “I will leave you now, Your Highness. If you need anything, please ring the kitchen. Breakfast will be ready soon.” After Eunice left, Isabel took her time to look around her room. It was even more magnificent c
The royal clinic buzzed quietly with activity — hushed voices, the sterile scent of antiseptic, and the soft shuffle of nurses moving down polished marble floors. But inside one of the private consultation rooms, the fragile calm was being shattered by a low, heated argument that threatened to explode.“Aura, this isn’t the time for your games,” Khalid hissed, his voice low but laced with fury. His fists were clenched, his eyes sharp with accusation.Aura stood by the window, arms wrapped tightly across her chest as though holding herself together. Her face was pale, lips trembling with equal parts grief and anger. “You think I leaked that photo, don’t you?”Khalid didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating.Aura scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “Unbelievable. My father just died, Khalid. The only man who ever truly stood by me. And you’re standing here accusing me of destroying your precious royal family’s image?”She took a sha
The next morning, Isabella woke to find Karl beside her, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. When did he come in? she wondered, groggy and disoriented. Her head pounded with a dull ache. I must have really drank a lot yesterday. Gently, she eased his arm off her body and slipped out of bed. The memories from the masked club came flooding back—the music, the kiss, the sudden revelation that the man was her husband. Her cheeks flushed with heat. She needed a shower. A long, cold one. By the time she stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling around her, wrapped in a silk robe and towel-drying her hair, there was a soft knock on the bedroom door. It was hesitant, almost like whoever was outside didn’t want to be heard. She frowned. “Yes, come in,” she called. Two palace guards entered, heads bowed, visibly nervous. One clutched a folded newspaper in both hands. “Your Highness…” he said with a tremble in his voice, “This morning’s edition of the Redington Royal Digest. Y
Upstairs, the bedroom door slammed shut. Isabella yanked her hand away the moment they entered. “What the hell was that downstairs?” she demanded, her voice sharp, shaking with fury. Karl didn’t answer immediately. He was pacing, fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight like he was holding himself back from a volcanic explosion. “I didn’t ask for this either,” Isabella said, stepping into his path, her tone rising. “Do you think I wanted to be assigned to work with your brother?” Karl spun around to face her, his eyes wild. “And yet you said nothing. You just sat there like you were perfectly fine with it.” “What was I supposed to say? No? Disobey the king?” she snapped. “You know I don’t have that luxury, Karl. I don’t have the privilege of stomping away from the table like a spoiled prince.” He glared at her, stepping forward. “You always find a way to look like the innocent one, don’t you?” Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. “Excuse me?” “Don’t act like you’re
The next morning, Prince Karl awoke to find Isabella’s side of the bed empty.It was unusual—he was always the first to wake. A flicker of confusion passed through his sleepy mind. Where could she have gone this early? He glanced at the clock. It was just after dawn. With a tired yawn, he tossed the covers aside and walked into the bathroom.He stopped dead in his tracks.Isabella was standing before the mirror, wrapped in his robe. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, beads of water trailing down her bare neck. She had just stepped out of the shower, and the scent of lavender lingered in the air.She turned slowly, fluttering her lashes at him, and something in Karl’s chest tightened. Her beauty was maddening. Soft. Raw. Intimate. She was radiant in the early morning light—and yet the ache in her eyes tugged at him more than her body ever could.For a moment, neither of them spoke.She looked at him like she was seeing someone she couldn’t have.He looked at her like he didn’t know
It was dinnertime at the royal palace. The grand chandelier cast a golden glow over the long, polished mahogany dining table. Prince Karl was already seated with his father, Duke Stark, and his brother, Prince Khalid. The aroma of roasted lamb, truffle mashed potatoes, and herb-glazed carrots filled the room—but something was amiss.“Where is your wife?” the King asked, raising a brow as he reached for his wine.Prince Karl blinked, glancing toward the entrance. “She’s supposed to be here,” he replied, a faint crease forming on his forehead. He’d assumed she was just taking a stroll in the courtyard after his nap, but now—something felt off. He pushed the thought aside, not wanting to show concern.“I believe she’s fine,” he added, dismissively, trying to focus on the plated delicacies in front of him. Only now did he realize how hungry he actually was.“Trouble in paradise?” Prince Khalid smirked, biting into his bread roll with smug satisfaction.“You wish,” Karl snapped back, grabb
Oh, 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