Izabella's father, who had sustained many stab wounds to various parts of his body, was on the edge of passing away as the entire Jansen family stood in the ICU corridor. Izabella paced back and forth in the corridor with agitation. Her stepmother sat on a long bench with her oldest son, Jeremy. Marlo and Dax were also nearby, acting as a bodyguard by watching for potential threats. Her husband must instruct them. Aleksander excused himself and started towards the men's lavatory, but Izabella realized that he had not yet returned to her side and turned around at the exit entrance. Her father's body was discovered on the floor of his laboratory with many stab wounds, his white shirt and the area beneath it torn to pieces. There hadn't been an intrusion. Either the murderer had a key or had been invited. She inhaled deeply. After the attempt on her father's life, she was once more struck by the pain of her will. The attack on her inside her room was also unknown to anyone. The

Aleksander was surprised by his stepsister's audacity, but only momentarily. He took a deep breath before shaking his head at the woman with her seductive smile. And he could see the undeniable hint of mischief in her eyes. "You know, Camilla," he said gently. Both his hands rested on the steering wheel in a relaxed manner. "I'm sorry to say this, but there's only one woman I wish could seduce me the way you're doing now. And that's my wife, even though I don't need to be seduced by her. Looking at her brings me to that mood. Only her, you heard me?" "You're a big liar, Aleks," she hissed, taking her hands off his crotch as if it burned her hand. "You always enjoy it when I suck your dick while driving. Tell me now that you never enjoyed those moments with me. How can you easily forget me and the promise you told me that you would marry me?" Only his eyebrows quirked at what she said. "As much as I don't want to hurt you by being my stepsister, it's the truth what I said. I forgo

Izabella responded, "Aleks. There's not much to tell. When I was younger, I spent most of my time with my parents and nanny. When my parents had to travel, I was alone with her. Oh, how I missed her. She was like a mother to me even though she was not that old." Her enthusiastic voice made him grin inconsolably. "Why was your nanny absent from your life? What happened to her?" She shrugged and added, "I think she died, too... like my mom." She was unable to conceal the grief in her eyes. "Why do you say that?" Izabella was taken aback. "What do you wish to learn about my life?" As their orders came, Aleksander did not immediately respond. "Hmm... Suddenly I get hungry just looking at the meat." Aleksander chuckled. "Now that you've completely changed, I knew you had a fondness for eating." She told her husband to "Shh... quiet up" as she continued to eat. He took the bottle of red wine and filled up her glass. Her husband followed suit to his glass. He exchanged glass

Aleksander felt happy that he and Izabella had avoided being attacked by the muggers. His limbs felt a little unsteady, and his head was racing. He replayed the river scene and recalled what had transpired with his family and friends in that spot with his recklessness a long time ago. When he first visited the earth's globe, he felt the effects of his impatience, which cost some lives. As the Chronos empire's crown prince, he was nearly removed by misdeeds. Izabella's earlier account of her life had given him a lot of knowledge about what he considered the young woman's mysterious life, so he had a lot on his mind then. He also had sufficient knowledge to corroborate his wife's claims about her relationship with Chronos' ally Xania, a member of the blue blood species of the Grisean clan, whom he and Karylla had married. Xania is a member of the Grisean clan where Karylla belonged. An unbreakable tie was created between the two royal blood kinds. To defeat the ferocious Thorax species

Aleksander was immediately confused by his surroundings when he first woke up. When he spotted Izabella by his side dozing, a smile spread across his lips—back turned in the other direction. Her knee was propped up against the embracing pillow. His hand slipped to gently hug his wife as he shifted and brushed his thigh over hers. He buried his face in Izabella's neck and felt her stir in her sleep. His thoughts were going back over what had happened. Visions of the lake had haunted him. His last memory was of taking a steam bath with Izabella. While he was sick with a fever, his wife took care of him. Mumbling, he prayed he didn't embarrass himself. Even though he never trusted anyone, he felt fortunate to have met someone like her. Yet, with her, that coldness was gradually dissolving because of the incredible connection they shared. He could explain how she summoned him that way, but he did not intend to tell her how. He nuzzled at the side of her neck, groaning, "Hmm." He then