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#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

London was a sea of wilted lilies and muffled sobs, a city united by a grief that felt more like a physical ache. Among the thousands gathered at the gates of Kensington Palace was Quincey Emerson, a young marketing teacher who had once been told by the Princess herself that they were like twins, separated only by the color of their eyes-Diana's the blue of the sea, Quincey's the green of a forest. As Quincey knelt to lay her bouquet, the royal procession approached. The silence was shattered when young William, his eyes blurred by trauma and the haunting familiarity of Quincey's silhouette, whispered a single, devastating word: "Mum." The moment froze the air, drawing the piercing gaze of Prince Charles, who found himself paralyzed by the ghostly resemblance. In the wake of the funeral, as Camilla was pushed into exile by the boys' insistence, Charles began to seek Quincey out, drawn to a woman who possessed Diana's face but a sharp, modern intellect. Yet, while Charles found a strange solace in her presence, Quincey felt only a brewing storm of resentment. Haunted by the media's New "Green-Eyed Ghost" narrative and her own growing disdain for the man who had failed the woman she mirrored, Quincey realized that looking like a legend was not a gift, but a sentence.