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Chapter 36: The Undeniable Pull · Nov 05, 2026

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1 Chapter 1: Prologue 2026-11-05
2 Chapter 2: She Is Awake! 2026-11-05
3 Chapter 3: The Mommy She Found! 2026-11-05
4 Chapter 4: Fates Playing The Trick 2026-11-05
5 Chapter 5: The Tempting Offer 2026-11-05
6 Chapter 6: Meeting the Generals 2026-11-05
7 Chapter 7: Meeting The Generals 2026-11-05
8 Chapter 8: Family or Foe? 2026-11-05
9 Chapter 9: Her New Identity 2026-11-05
10 Chapter 10: Is It Just A Dream? 2026-11-05
11 Chapter 11: The Master Manipulator 2026-11-05
12 Chapter 12: The Doctor 2026-11-05
13 Chapter 13: A Body That Remembers 2026-11-05
14 Chapter 14: The Choice She Made 2026-11-05
15 Chapter 15: The Woman They Claimed 2026-11-05
16 Chapter 16: She Is Missing! 2026-11-05
17 Chapter 17: She Is Missing! 2026-11-05
18 Chapter 18: The Seduction Slander 2026-11-05
19 Chapter 19: Entering the Mansion 2026-11-05
20 Chapter 20: Entering The Mansion 2 2026-11-05
21 Chapter 21: Why Not Marry Her? 2026-11-05
22 Chapter 22: The Little Bullies 2026-11-05
23 Chapter 23: The Nanny 2026-11-05
24 Chapter 24: The Shadow of The Present 2026-11-05
25 Chapter 25: The Little Princess’ Demon 2026-11-05
26 Chapter 26: The Nanny’s Delusions 2026-11-05
27 Chapter 27: The Fifth Floor 2026-11-05
28 Chapter 28: The Commercial Offer 2026-11-05
29 Chapter 29: Her Family? 2026-11-05
30 Chapter 30: The Nanny’s Schemes 2026-11-05
31 Chapter 31: The Confrontation 2026-11-05
32 Chapter 32: The Watchful Eyes 2026-11-05
33 Chapter 33: The Princess and the Pauper 2026-11-05
34 Chapter 34: The Party At The Norse Mansion 2026-11-05
35 Chapter 35: The Party At The Norse Mansion 2 2026-11-05
36 Chapter 36: The Undeniable Pull 2026-11-05
37 Chapter 37: The Villainess 2026-11-05
38 Chapter 38: The Doormat 2026-11-05
39 Chapter 39: The Aura of an Empress 2026-11-05
40 Chapter 40: The Fondness of a Bloodline 2026-11-05
41 Chapter 41: The Petty Schemes 2026-11-05
42 Chapter 42: An Old Acquaintance 2026-11-05
43 Chapter 43: The Adopted Daughter 2026-11-05
44 Chapter 44: Meeting The Coach 2026-11-05
45 Chapter 45: Meeting The Coach 2 2026-11-05
46 Chapter 46: The Trap 2026-11-05
47 Chapter 47: She Belonged 2026-11-05
48 Chapter 48: His White Moonlight 2026-11-05
49 Chapter 49: At the Amusement Park 2026-11-05
50 Chapter 50: Kidnapped! 2026-11-05

Lara’s steps slowed without her permission.

Something in her chest tightened. It wasn’t attraction nor nerves. It was something else.

Like a thread had just tugged inside her ribcage. A pull. Quiet but undeniable.

The youngest Norse—Lucas —laughed at something Madeline said. And the sound hit her like an echo.

Because it was familiar, too familiar. Her pulse skipped. Why does that sound like—

She didn’t finish the thought.

She couldn’t. It made no sense.

Lucas looked up and their eyes met.

Time didn’t stop. It thinned.

The noise around her dulled, like she’d slipped underwater. For a second, she felt like she was looking into a distorted mirror.

There was nothing similar in their features. Yes, they looked different. But there was something about him close enough that unsettled her.

The same sharpness around the eyes, even though the color was different. The same quiet watchfulness. The same habit of observing before moving.

Her stomach twisted. Not out of fear nor discomfort, but the kind you feel when you walk into a place you’ve never been but somehow know the layout of.

Lucas frowned slightly. Like he felt it too. Like he was trying to place her.

Have we met before? His quiet gaze seemed to be asking her.

Neither of them spoke, but the silence stretched until it was broken by a pleasant voice.

”Lara,” Madeline called gently, ”this is my youngest son, Lucas—”

”Lucas! Bro!” Layla cut in, loud and bright. She skipped across from their table and wrapped her arms around him dramatically. ”I missed you! You got even more handsome.”

Layla’s timing was impeccable.

Lara blinked. The spell shattered. Noise rushed back in.

Lucas laughed, hugging her back easily.

Layla kissed Summer’s cheek next. ”And you. Still beautiful as ever. I heard you graduated early?”

Summer straightened slightly. Pride flickered across her face.

”Yes. Board exams soon. Then I’ll start my practice, here.”

”Of course you will,” Layla said, sugar-coated.

Then Summer’s eyes slid past her and stopped on Lara.

The smile didn’t disappear. But it changed. It thinned and became measured.

Who the hell is she?

Her gaze swept Lara slowly, calculating and assessing. The halter dress. The straight posture. The calm expression. She looked confident without trying hard, without the nervous fidgeting.

She wasn’t performing. She simply stood there like she belonged beside the Norses.

That bothered Summer more than anything.

Layla noticed it too and her jaw tightened.

First, Logan fussing over her. Then her mother, Madeline. Now, it was Lucas looking at her like that. Like he’d forgotten everyone else existed.

Layla’s nails dug into her palm.

’She is just a governess,’ she reminded herself. ’Just an ordinary staff that needed to be paid a salary.’

So why does she look like she owns the place?

Summer tilted her head slightly.

”And this is...?” she asked.

The question sounded polite. But it landed like a challenge.

Like a border being drawn.

Around them, the other women subtly leaned in, full of curiosity. Their gazes were assessing and predatory.

Because in circles like this, every new woman was one thing first—competition!

”And this is...?” Summer’s voice was light. She sounded polite, but edged like a thin blade.

Logan opened his mouth, ready to answer, but Lucas spoke first.

”This must be Lara.”

The words slipped out naturally. Like he already knew. Like he didn’t need an introduction.

Everyone looked at him, including Lara.

”No, not Lara but Larissa Reyes.” Layla corrected. ”She is taking care of the little princess sitting beside my Mom.”

Layla spoke loudly. She wanted everyone to hear Lara’s low background.

Lucas frowned, slightly thrown off by Layla’s comments.

He wanted to scold her, but his gaze fell on Lara again.

He’d never seen her before. He was sure of it. And yet somehow he felt that she looked very familiar.

Lara did not reach out her hand and simply nodded to acknowledge him.

He looked like a mix of Leonard and Madeline’s best features, sharpened into one person. The same commanding eyes, the same calm confidence, but with a hint of gentleness that came from the mother.

He was not as loud as Logan and not as taciturn as Liam, nor as intimidating as Ares. He looked steady and grounded.

Lucas stepped closer and wanted to shake her hands but felt something... off. Like walking into a room and sensing someone familiar before you ever saw their face.

Like catching a scent from childhood you couldn’t place.

Now that she was closer, it got clearer, but he couldn’t tell.

His gaze stayed on her longer than it should have.

Not because she was pretty, though she was.

Not because she stood out, though she did.

It was something deeper. Something instinctive.

His chest tightened.

What the hell is this? He muttered.

He didn’t even know her.

And yet her presence felt...utterly familiar! Like an old song he couldn’t remember the lyrics to.

The thought made his brows knit together.

They held eye contact again.

A strange stillness passed between them, like two strangers accidentally sharing the same memory.

Then—

Layla stepped between them, deliberately.

Breaking the line of sight.

”Oh?” she laughed lightly. ”Since when have you become interested in a stranger, Lucas?”

Layla’s voice seemed gentle, but it hit hard.

A few nearby guests smirked.

Lucas’ expression cooled.

”That’s rude,” he said flatly.

Layla waved a hand. ”Oh, don’t be so serious. I’m just joking.”

Everyone knew she wasn’t.

Logan shot her an irritated look. ”Layla.”

”What?” she said innocently. ”I’m just curious.”

Her eyes slid to Lara. ”So you’re Shay’s governess, right?”

She was placing a label on her.

Before Lara could answer, Layla continued smoothly.

”It must be hard, adjusting to... this environment. These events can be overwhelming if you’re not used to them.”

Layla gave her a sympathetic smile, a fake concern.

The implication was clear: You don’t belong here.

Summer watched quietly, learning the rhythm.

Then added softly, ”Yes... These gatherings can be intimidating. So many important people.”

Her gaze flicked to Lara’s dress. It was not designer-flashy but simple and yet elegant.

”But you carry yourself confidently,” she added.

Compliment on the surface. Surprise underneath.

Like confidence didn’t match Lara’s supposed rank.

Lucas’ jaw tightened. He hated this tone. Thank heavens he did not grow up around it.

But Lara didn’t shrink. She didn’t fidget. Didn’t rush to explain herself.

She simply met their gazes calmly.

”Children are harder to manage than parties,” she said evenly. ”This is easy.”

A few nearby guests chuckled.

Layla’s smile faltered.

Lucas almost smiled. She didn’t sound defensive. She sounded... steady and grounded.

Again—

That strange flicker of pride hit him.

Like watching someone you were rooting for without realizing it.

Why do I feel proud? It was ridiculous. I barely knew her.

Layla noticed. Of course, she noticed.

The way Lucas kept looking at Lara.

The way Logan hovered near her.

The way her mom kept calling her ”child” with that soft voice reserved only for family.

Something ugly twisted in her chest.

Because of some random girl from nowhere? No. Absolutely not.

If Lara wanted to stay—

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