“I don’t understand...” Natalie’s voice trembled as she looked at Norwan, her gaze searching for any hint of jest or mischief. Surely, she had misheard. Norwan couldn’t be serious. He must be toying with her, playing some cruel game. Her heart twisted with disbelief.

“My father would never—” she faltered, the words dying on her lips as Norwan’s icy stare cut through her like a blade.

His silence was a frozen ocean, deep and impenetrable. He didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. His lips were set in a hard line, and for the first time, his face wasn’t just cold—it was unforgiving.

“He did.” His voice was a quiet storm, the words...