Her Ruthless Revenge의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

“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

It had been an adventurous week. Isabel had gone sightseeing, mountain climbing, and taken endless walks on the beach. The icing on the cake for her was that she hadn’t seen Prince Karl all week. Madam Eunice had mentioned that he was busy with the President of Malaysia. Isabel didn’t care about that—as long as he was out of her space, she was fine with it. Prince Karl was a hardworking man. He didn’t rely solely on his royal inheritance; he worked tirelessly to build his own empire. He had spent the past week closing a deal with the President of Malaysia so his airline could begin operations in the country, and the negotiations had been successful. Every elite entity in the world wanted to do business with him—he was a business magnate. As soon as the deal was finalized, he rushed back to his island, refusing to attend the dinner party the president had arranged in honor of their new partnership.Prince Karl thought of Isabel. He hadn’t seen her in days, and although he refused to a

Isabella leaned against the cool wall outside the art room, her chest heaving. The weight of what she had just seen—and what she had felt—settled over her like a heavy cloak. “Caramel”The name echoed in her mind, louder now than ever. The resemblance between herself and the woman in those portraits was no coincidence. She could feel it in her bones. Who was she? A former lover? A ghost from Karl’s past? Or something even stranger? She walked back to her room, each step echoing with the tension still vibrating in her body. As she shut the door behind her, she pressed her forehead against the wood. She needed answers, but Prince Karl wasn’t exactly the most approachable man in the world—not when he was shouting or throwing her out of rooms. Later that evening, dinner was served in her room again. She had no appetite, pushing the food around her plate. Her mind was consumed by those hauntingly beautiful paintings. The eyes of that woman—Caramel—still stared at her even when she close

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

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