Chapter 612: The Crown Princess

Logan’s ears rang. Did he really say those words? Aaron swiftly covered Luana’s mouth. “Luana, have you lost your mind? I never said that!”

Luana was terrified, speechless. She only wanted Aaron to save her and her unborn twins. After all, Aaron was soon to be king, and the twins were his heirs. What did she have to fear? “Ha ha ha!” she laughed nervously.

“Aaron!” A furious roar pierced the air.

Logan stormed in, striking Aaron across the face. Aaron, defenseless, fell to the ground, tasting blood. Before he could recover, Logan’s boot connected with his ribs. “Aaron, you traitor! You play with women, and I bear the consequences. Now you dare touch my woman? Do you have any respect for me?”

“Respect? You want me dead so you can inherit my wealth and women, don't you? I was a fool to spoil you for so long! You’re trash!”

Beaten and bruised, Aaron cried, “Dad, I’m sorry! Please stop! It hurts!”

Luana rushed to pull Logan away. “Stop! Don’t hit Prince Aaron.”

Enraged, Logan roared, “Get him! Beat him to death!” He shoved Luana; she fell, her belly striking the sharp edge of a table.

“Ah!”

A torrent of blood gushed, staining her clothes crimson. She touched her abdomen – blood. Intense pain wracked her body. She collapsed, crying, “Help me! I’m miscarrying! This time, it’s really happening!”

Ironically, her initial claim of a miscarriage was a fabrication; this was the real thing. A cruel twist of fate.

Instead of sympathy, the onlookers condemned them. “This noble family is a mess. The son sleeps with his father's wife!” “Those twins were supposed to be a blessing; now, it’s a joke.”

Logan, acutely aware of appearances, had initially rejoiced at Luana's pregnancy, feeling a defiant vitality in his old age. The twins had only amplified his joy. Now, he was publicly humiliated, his future reputation tarnished, a laughingstock in Greenland.

His rage consumed Aaron, leaving him battered and begging for mercy. “Dad… please… stop…”

Finally, someone intervened. “My lord, Prince Aaron is unfit to rule, a disgrace to the harem. Exile him to the harsh northern border for several years.”

Another voice chimed in, “My lord, the King of Gold City has proven himself. Appoint him your heir. He is ably supported by the Princess Visionary.”

A third voice added, “My lord, the scandals plague the royal family. Molly’s long-standing popularity is being questioned. Confine her to the palace grounds to quell the unrest.”

Molly knew her carefully constructed plans had crumbled. Years of scheming, to rival Visionary, had ended in utter defeat.

A chilling gaze fell upon her. Logan’s eyes, icy and sharp, sent shivers down her spine. She had repeatedly urged him to take her life-extending pills; now Joyce's revelation of her deception had made him suspicious. Her face drained of color.

Logan declared, “Take Aaron to the border. He will never return without my order.”

Aaron, in disbelief, struggled weakly, pleading, “Dad… no… not the border…”

Guards swiftly dragged him away. Logan turned to Molly. “Take her away. I name the King of Gold City my heir. Announce it!”

“Wise decision, my lord!” the courtiers proclaimed.

Molly felt the icy grip of despair. She had fallen from grace, yet her spirit refused to break.

She was led away silently, without resistance. Olive watched, a faint smile playing on her lips. “King of Gold City, congratulations on becoming crown prince. The second gift is delivered. Are you satisfied?”

Liam gazed at Olive, a smile lighting his face. “Princess, I am most satisfied.”

Molly was confined to the palace’s back chambers. The door opened, and a figure entered.

“The Crown Princess,” a voice announced respectfully.

The Crown Princess?

Molly looked up. A slim figure in black removed her hat, revealing a delicate face. It was Olive.