"Hey, time to go, miss," an officer announced, tapping the bars of Juniper's holding cell with his baton. "Your friend has posted your bail." Gradually, Juniper climbed to her feet, her movements lethargic, as the officer unlocked the cell door and swung it open, gesturing for her to exit. All her life, she'd never caused any trouble that landed her behind bars. In fact, she'd avoided being in this kind of situation like the plague. But here she was. . . behind the bars, throughout the night, for an asshole's sake. So why the hell was she smiling, so fulfilled, like a lunatic? She followed the officer to a nearby cubicle to collect her belongings, then proceeded to the front desk where Camille was waiting, her face blazing with a deep shade of red—FURIOUS as hell. Undeterred, Juniper's grin didn't fade from her face, even for a second, as she approached Camille with a playful swagger. "Good morning, Camille," she chimed, fluttering her fingers in a cheeky, taunting wave.
Juniper laughed maniacally as she stared down at Dylan's limp body on the living room floor. "Wow, Camille was right," she said, her eyes scanning between her fingers where she had hidden the sedative patch. "This stuff does work like magic." She turned her attention back to Dylan who was currently on a cab to Slumberland, exhaled, and knelt beside him. Juniper tsked, shaking her head in disappointment. "Oh, Dylan," she drawled barely above a whisper. "I thought you'd have at least ten percent wisdom within you but it turns out that you're hundred percent controlled by your dick and nothing more." She reached inside her handbag and slipped out another sedative patch from the paper bag Camille had given her earlier. Gingerly, she separated the patch from its protective wrap and applied it on the other side of his neck. She needed as much time as possible to fully accomplish her task here. She straightened on her feet, staring down at him. "Don't worry, D
A week had passed, but the memory of that kiss still lingered, refusing to be extinguished. As Cedric rode back to the Presidential hotel, fresh from the Inter-Regional Summit, he couldn't help but thank the good Lord that he had navigated the high-stakes meeting without a single misstep, despite his mind being utterly clouded by the enchanting woman who had left an indelible mark on his thoughts. Ever since that day, he tried to keep away from her and avoided being in secluded places with her. One thing he couldn't afford was rekindling what they once shared. He didn't deserve her. Juniper deserved someone who could protect her and he knew more than anyone else that person wasn't him. Chloe Clermont was his punishment for being such a coward and he was going to bear every bit of it till the end. The soft voice of his assistant, Marcel, crackled through the intercom, pulling him out of his turbulent thoughts. "We've arrived, Your Majesty." He'd been s
FORÊT-BLEUE WAS IN TOTAL CHAOS!!! Scandalous photos of Juniper and Cedric's intimate kiss in the Parisian hotel suite surfaced out of nowhere, sending shockwaves throughout the kingdom. And to make matters even worse. . . the details of their past relationship were also revealed, spreading like wildfire and drawing the attention of the entire region. The media was in a frenzy and their once-private moments were now nothing but public fodder. The public's reaction was merciless, with vicious insults hurled at them. However, the brunt of the insults was way worse on the Crown Prince's side. He was labeled all sorts of names—philanderer, serial cheater, deceiver, unfaithful, dishonest. . . the list goes on and on and on. And Juniper wasn't the least bit surprised or anxious, because. . . it was her plan after all. A smug smile overcame Juniper's features as she lounged on her bed, scrolling through the online comments that brutally criticized her and Cedric. She
"What is the meaning of this, Cedric?" Queen Catherine exclaimed, her voice stern and demanding, as she swept into Cedric's bedroom. "How could you permit yourself to become embroiled in such a situation?" Cedric breathed heavily, almost out of frustration. His day was already challenging enough. He'd just gotten back from a difficult meeting with the Royal House PR team, and the last thing he needed was his mother's added pressure. "I have everything under control, Mother. Please, do not concern yourself." "I foresaw this. . . I knew it was a terrible idea permitting that woman into the Royal Palace, or even close to you," Queen Catherine retorted, her tone inundated with disdain. "She's nothing but trouble. That she managed to track you down in Paris and thrust herself upon you is utterly unacceptable. Perhaps it is about time for me to impart a measure of discipline and decorum." All of a sudden, Cedric's hands paused in the process of pulling off his winter jacket
Chloe didn't need to ring the doorbell of Dylan's apartment twice before the door swung open and he appeared at the doorway, wearing a huge, enthusiastic smile, saying, "Hello, stranger!" But before he could even finish speaking, she brushed past him and marched inside without so much of a salutation, leaving him momentarily taken aback by her abrupt behavior. "Good afternoon to you too, Chloe," Dylan said, his voice heavy with sarcasm, as he slammed the door shut. He trailed after her into the dining room, where she had already made a beeline for the minibar. "Why are you in such a foul mood?" Chloe disregarded Dylan's question and reached straight for the bottle of vodka. She poured herself a shot and tossed it back with a swift motion. The strong liquor burned her throat, prompting a wince out of her as she gently patted her chest to ease the sudden discomfort. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dylan exclaimed, his hands swiftly snatching both the bottle and the shot-glass
Days passed after the whole scandal saga, yet Chloe was still unrest and bitter. It made her sick to see Juniper anywhere around the Crown Prince—LITERALLY—which heightened her eagerness to get her out of their lives. But there was nothing she could do about it, given the fact that Juniper was the mother of the Crown Prince's son. Hector was the only link between Juniper and Prince Cedric— and the only reason she had to put up with that sneaky bitch. If only that child hadn't existed in the first place, then getting her kicked out of the Royal Palace wouldn't have been too difficult. Just then, a lightbulb shone above Chloe's head and her lips morphed into a scheming grin. She couldn't change the past, but she could do one or two about the future. If Hector was the only connection between Juniper and the Crown Prince, maybe it was about time to sever that tie. It was almost lunchtime. If she was going to act, now was the best time. Moments later, Chloe was in the Royal kitch
The news of Hector's allergy reaction must have reached the rest of the household, because when Juniper finally found Chloe—after combing the Royal Palace in search for her—she was emerging from Hector's room along with Queen Catherine, Cedric, and the Royal Doctor. "Chloe! You did this to my son, didn't you?" Juniper blurted out her accusation in a loud voice, not minding who was listening or watching. Chloe blinked her eyes in shock, her phony innocence on full display. "What are you talking about?" She said barely above a whisper. "Don't play dumb with me, Chloe," Juniper spat ferociously, pointing her finger at the other woman's face. "I just came back from the Royal Kitchen and they told me you were there moments before lunch was served. You tampered with my son's food, didn't you?" Chloe gasped in exasperation. "What?! Are you out of your mind? I understand that you're upset but don't you think you're going too far with your accusations? I did no such thi
IN THE CHAIRMAN'S OFFICE. . . "I have decided and I can't put up with your scandals anymore, CEO Clermont," Juniper said firmly with zero shards of humor. "You have to step down from the CEO position." Chloe couldn't believe her ears. And so did her father, Antoine. "WHAT?!" They exclaimed simultaneously. Juniper met Chloe's gaze squarely. "You need to take responsibility for this situation. Your scandal is bringing bad press to the company. The best you can do at this point is to apologize to the public and resign from the CEO office." In a sudden outburst of emotion, Chloe vaulted to her feet. "You crazy bitch!" She thundered furiously. "This is all your plan, isn't it? This is what you wanted. Will any of this be happening if you haven't leaked that video?!" Juniper's face wrinkled with a grimace. "Mind your tone, Ms. Clermont," she grounded out, her voice vibrating with authority. "Don't you dare use such derogatory term on me, especially here in the company. I
Camille savored the soothing music emitting from the radio of Damien's car, nodding her head slowly to its melody. As Damien drove her home, one of his hands deftly controlled the steering wheel while the other was linked to hers perfectly. When he honked the car horn repeatedly out of impatience, Camille fluttered her eyes partially open to inspect the situation, only to find out they weren't on their way to her house, but to the Prime Minister's residence. "Uh, Damien. . . Why are we heading to your family house?" She asked lazily yet curious. He beamed, his eyes remaining fixed on the road. "My parents want us to have dinner with them." Camille's eyes immediately flew wide open and she turned to him. "What?!" she exclaimed, snatching her hands away from his. "And you're just telling me now?" Damien's lashes fluttered in confusion, his eyes unsteadily glanced from her to the road. "Why? Is something wrong?" "Yes!" Camille replied snappily. "You sho
THE FOLLOWING DAY. . . Throughout the night, Antoine boiled with rage. All he could think of was confronting the queen. But now that he was here, sitting before her in the palace's grand courtyard, he felt somewhat intimidated by her imposing demeanor to even relay his case. "Your Majesty, I beg to respectfully remind you that the union between our children is more than a mere marital bond," Antoine said. "It's an alliance between our families. You can't simply discard my daughter in this manner." Queen Catherine held his gaze for a short while that felt like hours, regarding him with nothing but sheer contempt. "Allow me to comprehend this correctly," she said haughtily, dropping her teacup on the table with a soft thud. "You expect me to still accept your daughter for my son after her scandalous behavior? Have you lost your mind, Antoine? Or do you not know what's at stake here?" "I'm well aware of what's at stake, Your Majesty," Antoine retorted, struggling to kee
Chloe hated that she was about to do the exact thing Juniper ridiculed her about, but what choice did she have left? If groveling meant she could remain in the Royal Palace, then she would grovel. And that, she did. The moment the Queen's lady-in-waiting opened the door to her, Chloe dropped to her knees and began to beg. "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I swear, I never meant any of this to happen. I'm so sorry." Queen Catherine barely acknowledged her presence as she slowly leafed through the pages of a magazine. "If you must know, Chloe, I've never had expectations of anyone— Not even once. But I had high expectations of you. I truly did," she said in a flat tone, her eyes never leaving the magazine. "However, you proved to be just like every other riffraff who was merely fortunate to step into the world of the elites. But what can I say? No one can truly leave their filthy background behind, can they?" "Your Majesty, I. . . I can explain—" "What's left
"YES. OH, YES. FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER, DYLAN! AHHHH!!!!" Loud moanings of pleasure boomed through from the speakers, and slowly the large display TV cracked back to live, revealing random x-rated footage of Chloe being put in multiple positions as Dylan licked, sucked, and banged her in his bedroom. Chaos erupted in the hall as the audience clamored about the explicit video playing before them while the reporters hurriedly clicked their cameras, determined to capture every single detail. But all that noise was lost to Chloe, fading into the background as she stood frozen at the spot. Her hand instantly grew weak, causing the wine glass she held to fall to the ground, shattering to smithereens. What was going on? Chloe thought to herself, her eyes glued to the big screen. She remembered clearly every video that played before and every word she'd said. But all these had happened in the secrecy of Dylan's penthouse apartment. How exactly did these vi
The magnificent ballroom room of the renowned Paradis Hotels shone with exquisite lighting and decorations, setting the tone for an unforgettable evening. The entire space buzzed with prominent guests of all ranks, dressed to the tens, and eager reporters, clicking away to capture every moment of the event. The gentle hum of conversation, the soft clinking of glasses, and the melodic background music all synchronized perfectly into an electrifying atmosphere of celebration. The Bellerose Fragrance 90th anniversary celebration was like no other occasion, packed with engaging and memorable programs that were bound to live rent-free in the attendees' minds. The event featured welcome addresses that highlighted the company's history and milestones, award presentations to honor long-serving employees, mesmerizing perfume exhibitions, educating video presentations, and a ceremonial cake cutting. The entertaining programs unfolded nonstop until the attendees were
Juniper's face scrunched up in an expression of utter disgust as she stared at her phone, scrolling through article after article of the daily news. Chloe's face was plastered across the front pages of nearly every media outlet, from reputable magazines to sensational tabloids and blogs, glorified with catchy headlines that were impossible to ignore. . . [ "Meet Forêt-Bleue's Youngest CEO Who's Changing the Game: Chloe Clermont" "The Unstoppable Rise of Forêt-Bleue's Youngest Female CEO" "The Future of Business: Chloe Clermont's Inspiring Story" "CEO Sensation: Chloe Clermont's Recipe for Success" "Chloe Clermont: The Face of Modern Leadership" "From Startup to Stardom: Chloe's Journey to the Top" "The Power Player: Chloe Clermont's Impact on Bellerose Fragrance" ] It didn't stop there. The headlines kept getting more and more annoying as they came. And the articles, themselves? Nothing but overexaggerated facts to cover up her lack of better a
"Sorry, I couldn't call sooner," Damien's voice chimed through from the other end. "Did you get home safe?" Camille couldn't stop herself from grinning widely whenever she heard his voice— or stop her body from moving. I mean, how could she keep still when the entire zoo was parading in her belly? She beamed, slowly pacing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window as she interchangeably swapped the position of her phone from ear to ear. "Of course, I did. Thankfully, in one piece." "You're not changing your mind about us just because my mom disapproves, right?" He said, his voice laced with worry. "Let me apologize in her stead. She can be inconsiderate sometimes but she's totally harmless, believe me." "It's okay. I understand," she said with a smile. "And I'm never changing my mind about us. I didn't muster the courage to pour out my feelings before them only to relent afterward." A brief, silent fell at the other end of the line and Camille could bet her kidn
A short while later, they were all seated around the kitchen table, enjoying the meal Damien's parents had brought. Gabriel appeared to be taking the news of their relationship a tad better than his wife, Alice, who couldn't hide her disapproval. She never missed the opportunity to cast nasty glances at Camille and make subtle, biting comments. Damien, however, seemed completely unfazed by his mother's behavior, all his attention was focused on the woman sitting beside him. A sweet smile lit up Damien's face as he placed a bite-sized slice of charred lamb on Camille's plate. "You have to try this, it's so delish," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Returning his smile, Camille picked up the meat with her fork and savored the bite, blissfully unaware of the daggers Alice was shooting at her from across the table. The older woman cleared her throat emphatical, striving to gain their attention. When she succeeded, she spoke to Camille with a tone tin