Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Flowers of Deceit

Isabel's tears continued to flow, but she remained silent, her heart a tumult of emotions. Lucian's words were both a balm and a dagger, soothing her pain while reminding her of the precariousness of her situation.

After ensuring Isabel was settled, Lucian left her in the care of a trusted maid and exited the room. His demeanor changed instantly from tender to resolute as he marched down the palace corridors. His mind was set on confronting Victoria, the source of so many of his troubles.

He found her in the palace gardens, a picture of serene beauty amid the blooming flowers. Julian, their son, was at her side, mirroring her calm demeanor. The scene might have seemed peaceful to an outsider, but Lucian saw it for what it was—a carefully crafted facade.

"Where is the boy?" Lucian's voice cut through the air, sharp and demanding.

Victoria turned, her expression one of practiced innocence. "What boy do you mean, my love?"

"Do not play games with me, Victori