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Chapter 223: A Dangerous Attraction · Nov 05, 2026

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201 Chapter 201: She Doesn’t Break 2026-11-05
202 Chapter 202: She Doesn’t Break - 2 2026-11-05
203 Chapter 203: Shay’s Mother Is Back! 2026-11-05
204 Chapter 204: The Rightful Mrs. Zuvel 2026-11-05
205 Chapter 205: Dont Leave Mommy! 2026-11-05
206 Chapter 206: Blood That Binds 2026-11-05
207 Chapter 207: Blood That Binds 2 2026-11-05
208 Chapter 208: The Cunning Of Summer 2026-11-05
209 Chapter 209: The Truth Could Not Be Hidden Forever 2026-11-05
210 Chapter 210: The Father’s Anguish 2026-11-05
211 Chapter 211: Unspoken Rivalry 2026-11-05
212 Chapter 212: The Confrontation 2026-11-05
213 Chapter 213: Confrontation 2 2026-11-05
214 Chapter 214: Ares’ Stand 2026-11-05
215 Chapter 215: The Weight Of His Words 2026-11-05
216 Chapter 216: Return of Imperial Blood 2026-11-05
217 Chapter 217: A Phoenix Rising 2026-11-05
218 Chapter 218: A Phoenix Rising 2 2026-11-05
219 Chapter 219: The VIPs at Isla 2026-11-05
220 Chapter 220: Forgotten Sins of the Past 2026-11-05
221 Chapter 221: A Dangerous Man 2026-11-05
222 Chapter 222: Descent Into The Past 2026-11-05
223 Chapter 223: A Dangerous Attraction 2026-11-05
224 Chapter 224: A Descendant Of A Royal Bloodline? 2026-11-05
225 Chapter 225: X Identity Revealed 2026-11-05
226 Chapter 226: A Dangerous Delusions 2026-11-05
227 Chapter 227: The Tension Before Lunch 2026-11-05
228 Chapter 228: The Imperial Feast! 2026-11-05
229 Chapter 229: The Crest 2026-11-05
230 Chapter 230: The Crest 2 2026-11-05
231 Chapter 231: The Child Who Sees The Truth 2026-11-05
232 Chapter 232: The Child Between Them 2026-11-05
233 Chapter 233: His Proposal 2026-11-05
234 Chapter 234: Moira’s Provocation 2026-11-05
235 Chapter 235: A Mother-Daughter’s Scheme 2026-11-05
236 Chapter 236: Treasure Hunting with her Brothers 2026-11-05
237 Chapter 237: The Vanished Entrance 2026-11-05
238 Chapter 238: The Treasures 2026-11-05
239 Chapter 239: Lara’s Dangerous Trust 2026-11-05
240 Chapter 240: The Richest Woman 2026-11-05
241 Chapter 241: He Is Smiling 2026-11-05
242 Chapter 242: The First Crack: Ares 2026-11-05
243 Chapter 243: The Women Looking For Ares 2026-11-05
244 Chapter 244: She Was No Longer Special 2026-11-05
245 Chapter 245: An Unwelcome Change 2026-11-05
246 Chapter 246: Not The Same Larissa Anymore 2026-11-05
247 Chapter 247: Between Rivals 2026-11-05
248 Chapter 248: Between Rivals 2 2026-11-05
249 Chapter 249: Pawns In Their Games 2026-11-05
250 Chapter 250: Pawns In Their Games 2 2026-11-05

Lara could feel Anton Trillo’s gaze on her back the entire time.

As though he was carefully studying every movement she made, weighing every word that left her lips.

”Miss Larissa Reyes.”

Anton’s deep voice echoed through the chamber, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

Lara paused and glanced back over her shoulder.

”When and how did you learn the ancient imperial language?”

The question caused Artemio Fuegerro’s eyes to narrow slightly.

It was the very same thing he had wanted to ask earlier.

During Lara’s upbringing, he had personally overseen the tutors assigned to her training. Politics, etiquette, finance, combat, diplomacy, hacking—but never ancient imperial history.

So where and when had she learned this? He wondered silently.

And more importantly... what else had she learned without his knowledge?

A strange sense of foreboding suddenly gripped Artemio’s chest.

For years, he had believed Lara was fully within his control. Now, for the first time, that certainty was beginning to crack.

Because there was no way she could have mastered such a difficult language within the few months after waking from her coma.

Not with that level of fluency. The way Lara had read the inscriptions earlier had not sounded rehearsed or memorized.

It had sounded effortless. Natural. Like someone who had grown up hearing the ancient language all her life.

A cold unease settled inside Artemio Fuegerro.

Had she been studying all these years behind his back?

Impossible!

He had monitored nearly every aspect of Lara’s life. The phones she used—including her burner units—had trackers installed on them. Even her laptops had been under surveillance.

He knew the websites she visited. The people she communicated with. The places she frequented.

And yet... he could not remember exactly when her interest in Azuverdan history had begun.

That realization disturbed him more than he cared to admit.

Slowly, Artemio’s gaze narrowed as it settled on Lara’s back.

For the first time in years, he felt something dangerously close to uncertainty.

You can never escape my control, Lara.

Meanwhile, Lara met Anton Trillo’s gaze with calm composure.

”I read a lot of ancient history books,” she answered smoothly. ”There are also several academic sites online that discuss the old imperial texts and symbols extensively.”

Anton remained silent for a moment, his deep brown eyes locked onto hers as though weighing whether to believe her explanation.

Then Artemio stepped forward, intending to press Lara further—

But Anton moved first. Smoothly and deliberately, he stepped into Artemio’s path without even looking at him, cutting him off as naturally as breathing.

Then, as though nothing had happened, Anton slowly approached one section of the wall, his sharp gaze settling on the ancient carvings etched into the stone.

”These symbols,” he said casually, ”what do they mean?”

Lara had no choice but to step closer.

The moment she did, Anton immediately moved beside her. He was too close.

The subtle scent of his expensive perfume invaded her senses—a rich woody amber fragrance layered with citrus, spice, and warm cedar undertones.

It was refined, luxurious and dangerous.

In another life, Lara had personally blended perfumes and taught them to the Gabriella ladies. They were for royalty and nobility.

Instinctively, she recognized the complexity of the fragrance in his perfume almost immediately—the bright burst of citrus opening into powdery florals before settling into a deep, creamy woody base.

A scent carefully crafted to leave an impression. And indeed, it achieved its goal.

The corner of Anton Trillo’s lips curved faintly. As if he had noticed her reaction.

Artemio leaned slightly forward, subtly occupying Lara’s space as his fingers brushed against the ancient markings.

”Old religious symbols,” he said with forced indifference. ”Nothing significant.”

His remark was too fast, too dismissive.

Then he slowly turned his head toward Lara , one eyebrow lifting slightly as if silently inviting her to contradict him.

Lara looked at the carvings again.

”These are not religious markings,” she said calmly. ”They’re the crests of the former vassal kingdoms under the Azuverdan Empire.”

Her fingers lightly traced one symbol.

”A similar set of carvings can still be found near the eastern gates of Heavenfort Palace in the northern sector excavation site.”

”Larissa is correct, Mr. Trillo.”

Dr. Grace Varona finally stepped forward, clearly eager to join the discussion.

She pointed toward one of the symbols on the wall.

”This one belongs to Northem,” she explained. ”And these others represent the allied kingdoms that once pledged military support to the imperial throne.”

She continued naming the three other kingdoms one after another with scholarly confidence.

Behind Lara, Amelia frowned slightly.

The renowned historian suddenly looked less like a respectable teacher and more like someone competing for the guests’ attention.

Anton Trillo’s gaze briefly shifted toward Grace. The intensity in his eyes made her instinctively step back.

Then he looked at Lara again.

A slow smile appeared on his lips.

”Thank you for the clarification, Dr. Varona,” he said politely. ”But I think I would rather hear it from this exceptional young lady.”

His gaze lingered openly on Lara now.

”So young,” Anton murmured, his gaze fixed on Lara. ”Yet you know far too much.”

There was something dangerous hidden behind his smile.

”And I just heard you spent the last year in a coma.”

The chamber fell strangely quiet.

But Lara did not panic.

She met his eyes calmly and answered without hesitation.

”I started reading about ancient history when I was still in elementary school,” she said lightly. ”I had a lot of free time back then.”

Artemio’s eyes darkened almost immediately.

Elementary school...

That was during the years Lara was sent back to the Reyes family.

At that time, he handled overseas operations and, admittedly, his surveillance over her had loosened.

Only slightly.

Even then, he had left trusted men to monitor her movements and continued her training.

”I see,” Anton said softly.

His gaze remained fixed on Lara—steady, sharp, impossible to read.

”No wonder you know these inscriptions by heart,” he murmured. ”Truly impressive.”

There was no mistaking the interest in his voice now.

Behind Lara, Dr. Grace Varona shifted uncomfortably.

Her eyes flickered between the two of them, unease slowly tightening inside her chest.

Anton Trillo was paying far too much attention to Larissa Reyes.

And a man like Anton did not pay attention in people without reason.

A troubling thought suddenly crossed her mind.

Is he interested in her?

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