Chloe was not thinking straight. In fact, she wasn't capable of thinking at all. Her mind was clouded with sheer anger and murderous intent as she stormed into the Bellerose Mansion, clutching the test results in her hand. She needed no soothsaying to know that the cousin the doctor had spoken of was Audrey. She was the only living cousin she had. Even though, she still couldn't believe it. Audrey had had a child. How? When? As if that wasn't horrible enough, she had gone to the extent of switching her son with hers. Why? For what reason? She couldn't believe her most trusted relative, someone she'd regarded as her sister for as long as she could remember, had done this to her. With roof-rattling rage, Chloe roared the name of her current enemy. "AUDREY!" From somewhere inside the mansion, Audrey shuffled into the foyer where Chloe was waiting. "Jeez, Chloe," she mumbled drowsily, rubbing one of her eyes. "What is going on with you? Why are you
Juniper's laughter saturated the air of the SID, a raucous and unrestrained sound, as she got off the phone with their mole inside the Bellerose Mansion who had just filled her in on the havoc unfolding within the enemy's walls. She wished she could witness the stunned look on their faces firsthand but it was satisfying enough that she knew they were ripping themselves apart. At this very moment, they must be racking their brains, trying to figure out how their son got switched. But little did they know, she was the mastermind behind the swap. And what's more, it had been a spur-of-the-moment move, a ridiculously easy one to execute at that. A sly smile spread across her face as Juniper traveled down memory lane. She and Camille strategically placed multiple moles within their enemies' territories, gathering intel from various sources. However, during her time in the United States, she had specifically instructed one of these moles to focus on keeping an ey
"She can't stay here, Your Highness!" Chloe protested loudly as she burst into Cedric's study. "She won't stay here! I won't allow it!" Cedric already knew who she was referring to without asking. He peeled his eyes away from the computer's screen to glance at her. "The decision has been made, Chloe," he said evenly, shifting his gaze back to the monitor. "There's nothing more we can do about it." But Chloe was not listening. She was furious. Maybe a little anxious too. "But I see no point letting her stay in the Royal Palace," she snapped. "We could just take your son away from her. Why should we indulge her?" Cedric barely managed to keep his tone neutral as he replied to the seething woman, "Because that was her only condition. She won't let us take Hector unless was allowed to accompany him." "And why should we even listen to her absurd demands? She's even not his biological mother. She's just a surrogate. We don't even need a good lawyer to fight for full
The sun was already dipping below the horizon when Juniper arrived at the Royal Palace. She had only been to the palace once as a kid, but now that she saw it again, she had to admit that her definition of definition was rather limited. The royal palace rose proudly like a shimmering symphony of glass, steel, and stone. Its walls were made of white marble and glass, giving it a clean and sleek look. The palace had tall towers and big arches, like traditional castles, but with a fresh and contemporary twist probably proposed by innovative architects over the years. The roof, a marvel of engineering, appeared to float above the structure, its crystalline panels glinting like a thousand tiny diamonds, casting colorful shadows on the ground. The Royal Palace was beyond magnificent. Juniper looked down at her son, whose eyes shone with excitement as he clutched her hand. "Hey, sweetie, you ready to call this incredible castle home?" "Yaaay!" Hector squealed, bouncing u
It was already hours since Chloe arrived at work but she was still fuming by Juniper's sheer audacity. "That sneaky, little witch!" Chloe spat aggressively. "Bold of her to think we could be FRIENDS after all she'd done." What the hell was she thinking? That she would erase from her memory everything she'd done and just be friends? Chloe was still struggling to get used to the fact that Juniper was not only the mother of her fiancé's child but also living in the same space with her. AGAIN! What kind of ill-fated relationship does she have with that woman that she wouldn't just leave her alone? What did she have to do to get rid of that woman? AHHH! Chloe screamed out of frustration, ferociously shoving files and whatnot off her table. It was when the glass nameplate, bearing her name and her CEO title, crashed onto the floor, shattering into smithereens that she popped out of her anger bubble. She squeezed her eyes shut, breathing deeply as she tried
Slowly, Juniper turned to the source of the voice, and there, standing behind her was Dylan Dupont in all his cockiness and flamboyant outfit. She exhaled inwardly. And just when she thought today was the best day of her life. "Juniper! It really is you!" Dylan exclaimed with a broad smile, striding towards her in that self-assured demeanor that she'd once admired, but now only irked her. Juniper strained a smile. "Hey, Dylan," she singsonged as cheerfully as possible. "Long time, no see. What brings you to B. Fragrance?" "I could ask the same." "Well, I'm here for business. What about you?" "Something along the same line!" A lazy smile swept across Dylan's face. "Wow, Juni! You look. . ." He dealt her an intentional appraisal. It felt almost as if he was stripping her naked with his gaze. ". . .so different." "And you look the same," Juniper said in return, her facial muscles hurting from keeping that forced smile on. The smile on his face dwindle
"You won't believe who I met today," Juniper spat as she walked into the SID. She flung her bag onto a table and dropped into a nearby chair, seething with uncontrolled fury. Ever since she left B. Fragrance building, she'd contemplated a thousand exceeding ways to kill that chicken shit. Camille glanced up from the pile of papers and printed photos she was going through, meeting her gaze with a leveled expression. She could detect the sizzling wrath glaring on the other woman's face, but she just arched an eyebrow and asked flatly, "Who?" Juniper's nose flared, her chest rising and falling heavily as she grounded out the infuriating name. "Dylan Dupont! That miserable excuse of a human!" She scoffed in exasperation. "Do you know what he said to me?" She made an ugly face and a horrible imitation of Dylan's voice, "‘Hey, you're not still hung up on what happened between us, are you?’ The nerve of that asshole!" "Please tell me you punched his face in," Camille blurted grimly. "
"HELLO, DADDY! WHAT YOU UP TO?! Cedric's heart did a double flip the moment Juniper bursted through the door of his study letting those words out in a purr and wearing a sly smile. She lounged her hips alluring against the door frame and watched him with a leery look. She looked casual and soft in that flower-patterned off-the-shoulder top, displaying those sensuous collarbones of hers and a slender neck that was adorned with a narrow, silver choker. The top was paired with a pair of high-waisted, white linen shorts, the hem perfected with a delicate lace trim, as their loose and flowy silhouette fell right above her higher thighs, making it impossible to ignore those glossy, porcelain legs of hers. It took quite an effort not to drool and humiliate himself. He hardly saw her in such cheery outfits ever since she arrived. What was the occasion? Before he could make out the reason for her arrival, she shifted her body slightly from the door frame and made way
Juniper was beyond relieved when she finally made it to the Royal Palace. It was nearly a fatal attempt trying to get passed the reporters, protesters, and very angry fans, who swarmed the major roads leading to the palace. In fact, it was a miracle she'd made it out in one piece— Though she couldn't say the same for her car. She still wondered why the public was still hassling her concerning the issue of Audrey's supposed suicide. The media had already revealed to the public that she had nothing to do with it and her charges were dismissed, but why did it seem to aggravate the issue even more? Someone was definitely fanning the flame in her direction, and she didn't need to think twice to guess who it was. Juniper sighed deeply as walked down the corridor to her room. Since she wasn't in the best state of mind, her major aim was to get everything behind her for now, retire to her room, and hope tomorrow turned out better. Socializing with anyone in the palace wa
Chloe didn't want to believe a word Juniper had said, but for some reason, it continued to bother her. Though she knew her father and what heinous things he was capable of, she refused to believe he had a hand in Audrey's death. Tears streamed down her face as she sped towards the Bellerose Mansion. She never realized how much Audrey meant to her until now she was gone forever. She still couldn't believe she was never going to see her again. Why was everyone close to her experiencing such misfortune except the person she desperately wished it for? Why wasn't Juniper the one dead instead of Audrey? Or was her hunch correct after all? Was Juniper the mastermind behind all these bad things happening to them? Who was she coming for next? HER?!!! Subconsciously, Chloe's sorrow gave way to a cold-gripping terror to manifest. She never thought there would come a time she'd feel so terrified by Juniper, but from the latest turn of events, she was starting to realize that
Jerome braced himself for a tongue-lashing the moment he was summoned to the Station Commander's office, knowing he was in for a severe rebuke. He had expected this reaction from the very moment he chose to disregard his superior's directive. As soon as he walked in, the Station Commander's face turned red with anger. He sprang to his feet and hauled a journal at him. "You had one simple task, Detective Luc," the Commander thundered, his voice echoing through the room. "Your orders were clear: 'Do everything in your power to charge Juniper Laurent with the crime of blackmail.' And yet, what did you do? You let her go?!" Jerome swiftly caught the book before it made contact with his face. He maintained a collected attitude as he strode towards him. "I let her go because she wasn't guilty of the crime, sir," he said level-headedly, placing the book back on the table. "There was no solid evidence to hold her to the crime, sir. Are you suggesting I charge someone for what the
Juniper breathed a silent sigh of exhaustion. She already expected the cops would come for her, but not this soon— and especially not Jerome Luc. She tilted her chin defiantly, her gaze meeting his squarely "Am I being arrested?" "No, ma'am," he responded calmly. "We just have a few questions to ask you." "Great," she retorted. "If I'm not being arrested, then it's okay to go to the station all by myself, right?" "Of course, ma'am," he replied with a sigh. "Whenever you're ready." That was all Juniper needed to hear before she spun on her heels and returned from where she came from. Back in her bedroom, she punched in Camille's number and called her. "Hey, Camille. I don't think I can make it to your place now. The cops came for me, accompanied by your friend, Jerome. I'll head first to the station, please get our lawyer ready—" Just then, the twin doors to Juniper's bedroom swung open with a sudden burst, and in came a seething monarchess. "Juniper L
Juniper's hand dropped to her side as she stood frozen in front of the TV, her eyes fixed on the screen in horror.___ "Tragedy has struck the Clermont Family," The news anchor announced, his tone calm and solemn. "Audrey Clermont, the talented A-list actress and second daughter of the esteemed Clermont Family, was found dead on the grounds of her home early this morning. Report alleged a handwritten suicide note was discovered on the rooftop of her house, where it is believed she took her own life by jumping to her death. The suicide note suggests that the late actress had taken her own life due to the constant blackmail she'd received from the Young Prince's mother of Forêt-bleue, Juniper Laurent, who allegedly had requested a huge sum in exchange for keeping her secret silent. Shockingly, Audrey had once been in the adult movie industry, under the pseudonym, Kiki Miles, and this was realized at exactly 1:00 am today when an X-rated video starring the late actress was
DINNER TIME AT THE BELLEROSE MANSION. . . Audrey had initiated a family dinner to catch up on each other's lives— a ploy she'd come up with to retrieve the flash drive from her father's safe— but Chloe being Chloe made the entire dinner about herself, going on and on about her struggles in the palace. . . and her sheer hatred for Juniper. "That witch is up to something, trust me," Chloe rambled on, waving her cutlery in the air. "'cause, tell me why she was all cozied up to Dylan, and all of a sudden his secret was divulged to the public." Florence, who was hanging on to every word her daughter spoke, nodded her head in agreement. "You're right," she said barely above a whisper. "Not to mention how the Dupont kid mysteriously disappeared into thin air." "If you ask me, I don't think Dylan ‘mysteriously disappeared into thin air’," Chloe countered pointedly. "His family must have snuck him out of the country way before the cops came for him. He's their only child, there's no way
After receiving that bleak call from Camille that morning, Damien had barely concentrated throughout the competition. He could think of nothing else but her. In fact, it had taken all that was holy for him to actually come first place. He left the stadium right after claiming his gold medal and the first thing he did was rush over to Camille's place to check up on her, only to find her house empty. He rang her countless times but her phone was switched off— which was totally unlike her. He was so worried that he remained there at her front gate, leaving numerous voicemails, and hoping that she returned home as soon as she received them. After hours and hours passed by, panic set in. He began to pace restlessly in front of his packed car, glancing at his phone at every second. "God! Where the hell is this woman?" Damien whispered to himself, his voice inundated with concern and anxiety. "Hold on! What if. . . what if she'd been on her way to the pharmacy and coll
"NO! NO FREAKING WAY!" Juniper and Camille yelled in unison. It was a good thing Juniper had reserved the entire coffee shop so that they could sit and discuss in private without being conscious of others. Because with the way they shouted, the other customers would've thought they were insane. Juniper's gaze blazed as she threw her forefinger in the face of Jerome Luc who was sitting next to Audrey in their table of four. "There's no way we're working with him." "Exactly. Cops can't be trusted," Camille agreed with her. She then turned her piercing eyes at Jerome. "Why the hell are you EVERYWHERE?" But Jerome flashed her a smug smile, shrugging his shoulders. "It's a small world, I guess," he said casually right before taking a sip of his coffee. Audrey's eyes blinked in confusion. "Wait! You guys know each other already?" "Yeah, it's a long story," Juniper responded dismissively, her eyes narrowed as they locked on Audrey. "How exactly do you two k
THAT SAME EVENING. . . Juniper stood at the front door of Audrey's house, waiting for someone to answer the door. She'd bid her time the week, waiting for Audrey's arrival and the rightful moment to confront her. And today was the day. She was NOT leaving here without what she came for. In no time, the front door swung open and Audrey appeared before her, holding her son in the crook of her arm. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes widened. "J- Juniper?" She stuttered, her tone filled with surprise and confusion. "What brings you here?" But Juniper's countenance remained calm. Her chocolate-tinted lips morphed into a huge smile as she fluttered her fingers at her. "Hello, Audrey. It's been a while." When Audrey didn't respond but continued to stare at her with skepticism plastered on her face, she chuckled to herself, tilting her head to the side before asking, "Can I come in?" Snapping out of her dense mode, Audrey nodded in return ushering her into the house. "Oh, I