Alexander finally turned around from the window.

His face was pale, his eyes hollowed out by the sudden collapse of his future.

“They were helping her,” Alexander said, looking at Rachel. “They were using my family’s name to wash the trust funds.”

“They promised me we would be safe,” Rachel whispered, looking up at him.

“They said once the wedding was over, the money would be fully integrated into the royal accounts.”

“And you believed them,” Alexander said, his voice dripping with quiet disgust.

“Or you simply didn’t care where the money came from, as long as you got your crown.”

Two more officers entered the room, carrying pairs of steel handcuffs.

They stood near the door, waiting for Keller’s signal.

“Rachel Carter,” Keller said, stepping forward.

“You are being detained under an international warrant for grand larceny, identity theft, and conspiracy.”

Rachel scrambled backward on the floor, her heels catching on the heavy carpet.

“No, wait,” she stammered. “I am marrying the Prince. This is a royal estate. You have no jurisdiction here.”

King Alaric stepped out from behind his desk.