All Chapters of THE KING'S POSSESSION: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62: Divide and conquer"Mother!" Liam cried, reaching out for her. Lucian carefully set him down, and the boy who have missed his mother dearly immediately ran into Isabel's arms, clinging to her tightly.Isabel hugged him as her tears began streaming down her face. "Liam, my little baby," she whispered, holding him close. Lucian watched the reunion with an unfamiliar tightness in his chest. He had expected relief, perhaps even satisfaction, but instead, he felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerability."Liam, would you like something to eat or drink?" Lucian asked, attempting to coo the child that alarmed Isabel somehow.The boy looked up at his mother, then back at Lucian. "Your Majesty, I only want to stay with my mother," he said softly and politely.Lucian nodded, understanding the boy's need for his mother. "Very well," he said. "You can stay here with her." He glanced at Isabel. "If there's anything you need, just let the guards know."Isabel's expression hardened. "You'

Chapter 64: Threat to the ThroneThe sun shone brightly over the courtyard as the sun rays touched on the lush green grass where Julian played. Victoria watched him from a shaded bench while her eyes followed his every move. Julian's laughter echoed through the courtyard as he chased a butterfly, his small feet pattering on the cobblestone path.Julian’s hair gleamed in the sunlight, its dark trands catching the light as he darted around, his arms outstretched in pursuit of the elusive butterfly. His laughter rang out with pure and unburdened sound that filled the courtyard with life. Victoria’s heart swelled with love as she watched him, her lips curving into a rare, genuine smile. She marveled at how much Julian had grown. Just a few years ago, he had been a helpless infant in her arms, and now he was a lively boy full of curiosity and energy. Her thoughts drifted to the times Lucian had looked at Julian, his gaze distant and cold. He stared at their son as if he knew something was

Chapter 66: Burn the world for you“No... No... L-Liam...” Isabel frantically stuttered, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief.Victoria, who had been watching felt triumphant. Everything was falling into place perfectly. And so she concealed her satisfaction by swiftly changing her demeanor, adopting a look of concern and innocence as she knelt down to comfort her son, who was also trembling in fear.“What dead boy, my love?” she asked, her voice soft and soothing, masking her true intentions.Julian's eyes were wide with horror, still fixed on the scene before him. He struggled to find his voice, his small hands clutching at Victoria's dress. “The boy... the one they were carrying... he looked dead,” he whispered, his voice breaking.Isabel’s breath caught in her throat as she took in Julian’s words, her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes widened with the sudden realization that the young boy Julian had seen was, indeed, her own son. Her entire world seemed to crumble around her,

Chapter 68: The Calm Before the Storm Victoria’s smile faltered at the truth in Leticia’s words. Rage boiled over within her, and without a second thought, she slapped Leticia across the face. The sound echoed through the room, but the princess remained calm and her expression unchanged as she absorbed the blow. Leticia slowly turned her head back to face Victoria, her eyes serene and unyielding. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips as if she had expected this reaction. "You wretch!" Victoria hissed, her voice trembling with fury. Leticia remained seated, her calm demeanor very much opposite to Victoria’s fury. She gently touched her reddening cheek, then looked up at Victoria with pity and amusement. “Why are you mad?” Leticia asked softly, her voice carrying a hint of mockery. “You had me here chained on both ankles, and yet it seems to me that between the two of us, you're the one who looks like a prisoner. What are you afraid of, Victoria?” Victoria’s eyes

Chapter 70: Six Years Ago (2)"It is such an honor to be personally invited by the West Kingdom's princess," Head Minister Marlowe said with a light, proud smirk on his lips, bowing slightly.Victoria’s eyes never left the man who bore such a striking resemblance to Benjamin. Her heart tightened as she watched him being escorted to his seat, each step a painful reminder of her lost love.There was no mistake—this man is Benjamin’s father."Head Minister Marlowe, I have a proposition," Victoria spoke directly, her voice shameless and desperate as soon as he was seated.Marlowe’s demeanor shifted, his eyes narrowing with interest. "Hm. Do I benefit from it?" he asked, taking a measured sip of the tea prepared for him.Victoria took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking. "I have long known of the Middle Kingdom's reign—the power of its army and the authority of its king."With those words, Marlowe’s sharp mind quickly discerned her intentions."I am sorry, Your Highness," he sa