“I absolutely chose this problem.” The calm sincerity in his voice made her blink. Then immediately look away. Princewill noticed. Of course he did. “You blush too easily.” “I do not blush.” “You’re blushing right now.” “I hate you.” “No, you don’t.” One of the maids entered quietly carrying fresh coffee before freezing awkwardly at the tension between them. Princewill looked toward her. “Why are you nervous?” The poor woman nearly dropped the tray. “S-Sir, I’m not nervous.” Cassandra burst into laughter. Princewill looked genuinely confused. “What’s funny now?” “She thinks you’re going to kill her for breathing incorrectly.” The maid looked horrified. “Ma’am—” Princewill pinched the bridge of his nose slowly. “I’m not that unreasonable.” Three guards exchanged silent looks. Cassandra caught it immediately. “Oh, wow,” she laughed. “Even your own men disagree.” Princewill looked toward them sharply. “Would anyone like to speak?” Every singl

The city lights blurred past Maggie Laurent’s windshield while one thought repeated itself endlessly inside her head. Helen Milton. Everywhere now it was Helen. Daniel spoke about her. Katherine defended her. Even the staff at the Kyle mansion looked uncomfortable whenever Maggie mentioned Daniel’s name now. Humiliating, absolutely humiliating. Maggie tightened her grip against the steering wheel. No!! She refused to lose like this. Especially not to Helen Milton. Because Maggie knew women like Helen. Controlled and composed women. Women who walked into rooms already acting untouchable. Maggie hated that type instantly. And worse? Helen had done something Maggie never believed possible. She made Katherine Kyle change sides. That alone was enough to make resentment spread through Maggie like poison. By the time she reached her penthouse apartment, her mood had darkened dangerously. She tossed her purse across the marble counter immediately before p

Night settled slowly over Hawaii, wrapping the enormous beachfront estate in golden lights and the endless sound of crashing waves below the cliffs. The atmosphere outside remained peaceful. Inside the Kahuna resort villa however, peace had become increasingly impossible the longer Steven and Jennifer were left alone together. Three weeks into their honeymoon and somehow they were still behaving like a couple that had just fallen recklessly in love yesterday. Steven stood near the open terrace doors overlooking the ocean, the warm island breeze moving lightly through his black shirt as he loosened the first few buttons. Behind him, Jennifer leaned against the bedroom doorway quietly, watching him with narrowed eyes. Unfortunately for her sanity, the man was still unfairly attractive. Tall. Calm. Dangerously confident. And fully aware of the effect he had on her. “You’ve been staring at the ocean for ten minutes,” Jennifer said finally. “Should I be worried?” St

Maggie Laurent sat alone in the darkness of her penthouse with a glass of wine untouched beside her. The city glittered beautifully outside, but her expression remained cold, still thinking and reminiscing. Daniel’s voice replayed endlessly inside her mind. Because she stayed, that sentence had humiliated her more than Katherine’s rejection. Because deep down, Maggie knew it was true. She had spent years keeping Daniel close while never fully choosing him completely. And somehow she assumed he would remain there forever, waiting loving and needing her. Now another woman stood where she once stood emotionally. And Maggie hated her for it already. Her phone rested against the couch beside her displaying the only photo currently spreading quietly through business circles. Daniel and Helen together outside a private restaurant three nights ago. They were rather too close, comfortable and happy. Maggie stared at Helen’s face for several long seconds. Then finally

Maggie realized something important after the phone call with Helen. Helen Milton was not emotionally weak. That woman did not crumble under pressure, she did not panic, did not react impulsively. Which meant Maggie’s original strategy would never work fast enough. Direct emotional manipulation would only make Helen more guarded. So Maggie adjusted the plan. If she could not destabilize Helen directly, then she would destabilize the relationship itself. And honestly? That became easier the more she observed Daniel and Helen together. Because despite how deeply attached they already were, they both loved differently. Daniel wanted closeness constantly. Helen needed distance sometimes to breathe. Daniel chased emotional reassurance naturally. Helen processed emotions internally before speaking. At first those differences looked balanced, beautiful even. But Maggie knew something dangerous about relationships, the same things attracting two people initially