As Penelope closed the distance to kiss William, Isabella, standing just outside, felt a fiery surge of anger course through her veins. Her eyes glowed with an intense, burning red, her fury reaching a boiling point. Without a second thought, she burst into the room, ready to unleash her wrath on those who dared to cross the line.

"Whack!" The sharp sound of her slap echoed through the room, leaving Penelope's cheek crimson with the imprint of her fingers.

"Penelope, you conniving witch, how dare you try to steal my mate?" she thundered.

William stood in stunned silence for a fleeting moment, his eyes locked on Isabella's crimson face, her...