Romeo straightened up and cleared his throat, trying to put on his most polite and respectful face. “Hello, madam. I’m a friend,” he said, his voice was calm but and despite her intimidating presence, Romeo didn't show a hint of nervousness. The event planner raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down as if she didn’t believe a word. Her gaze was sharp, almost like she was interrogating him. “A friend? Hmmm, interesting.” She crossed her arms and leaned forward. “Alright then, what kind of decoration skills do you have?” she demanded, with a voice that was cold.Romeo blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Um… I don’t have any decoration skills, but that doesn’t mean I can’t check up on my friend.” He explained, keeping his voice steady but respectful.The event planner’s eyes flashed with anger. “No decoration skills? Then what use are you? You’re nothing but a worthless, jobless fool!” She shouted, and her voice was filled with frustration. “And as for you, Linda, and your so-called

Linda stood in the middle of the room, her body was trembling as she struggled to find her voice. Her hands, which were already sweaty from the pressure, clenched together as she swallowed hard."Fine, Your Majesty, the decorations are going fine." she said in a shaky voice, trying to sound confident.Romeo, who was still staring out the window, let out a soft chuckle. His laugh caught her off guard, and she blinked in surprise."Come on, Mrs. Baines, speak the truth." Romeo said, his tone was gentler but it still carried a weight of authority.Linda’s breath hitched. She fidgeted nervously, unsure of how to respond. She hadn’t expected him to press her like that. "Um," she stammered, "to be honest, Your Majesty, things are... not going exactly as planned." Her voice wavered as she spoke. "But please be rest assured, we are professionals, and everything is being taken care of."Romeo’s shoulders stiffened. "Why should anything go wrong with my sister’s wedding, Linda?" He asked, his

The idea seemed impossible, laughable even. Romeo Stormbreaker was a prince, a man of incredible power and status. He could have anyone he wanted. Why would he notice her, of all people?“No.” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head slightly. “Don’t be ridiculous Linda, he just appreciates the good decorations you did.”She couldn’t let her mind wander down that path. She wasn’t worthy of his attention—she didn’t even belong in the same world as him. Linda tried to convince herself it was nothing, just a moment of confusion or misunderstanding. There had to be another explanation. Pushing the thoughts aside, she forced herself to smile again, focusing on the laughter and conversation around her. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed—and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for it.Linda was still trying to calm her racing thoughts when something else caught her attention. Across the ballroom, a stunning woman had entered—s

Stormbreaker raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely surprised. “Why do you ask? No one, not even my father, has asked me how I got my scars.”Linda’s curiosity grew. The way he moved, the way he spoke… something about him felt familiar, as if she had met someone like him before, but she couldn’t quite place it. She shook her head, trying to dismiss the strange feeling. “Oh, um, nothing. I just… wanted to ask.”The general’s intense expression softened for a moment. Inside, Romeo Stormbreaker could feel his emotions bubbling up, the urge to tell her the truth was becoming harder to resist. He had kept his identity hidden for so long, and now, standing in front of her, he felt a deep pull to reveal everything. His hand unconsciously rose to his mustache, as if to prepare himself for what he was about to do.“Linda,” he began slowly, as his voice was quieter now. “I want to tell you something.” He was evading her question about the scar, but the truth he needed to reveal was far more imp

An hour later, Linda sat on the edge of her bed, anxiously waiting. Her heart thudded in her chest as she stared at the clock, wondering if Romeo would actually show up. The house was quiet—too quiet—and her mind wouldn’t stop racing. Then, finally, the doorbell rang.Her breath caught in her throat. She hesitated for a second, but then forced herself to stand. She made her way down the hallway, with each step slower than the last. When she reached the door, she paused, and her hand hovered over the handle. Taking a deep breath, she pulled it open.There he was—Romeo Stewart, standing in front of her. He hadn’t changed much since the last time she saw him. His tall, sturdy frame filled the doorway, and his dark eyes met hers. His cheek still bore that familiar scar, that was similar to that of Romeo Stormbreaker. But something else struck her, something she hadn’t noticed before—Romeo’s body structure, the way he stood, even the height—was eerily similar to General Stormbreaker.H