Chapter 753

Isabella's hands trembled as she clutched Nathaniel's sleeve, her voice barely above a whisper. "Nathaniel, you're really casting me aside like this?"

His response was like ice shattering against stone. "Get out. If you have any dignity left, don't ever show your face to me again."

With one brutal motion, he shoved her away, his expression devoid of any lingering warmth.

Isabella's heart splintered. No matter what she did, Nathaniel's love belonged to Harrison now—irrevocably, completely.

"I'm going to meet Harrison. We're getting married today."

Nathaniel snatched his car keys from the counter and turned toward the door.

In a desperate surge, Isabella threw herself forward, arms locking around his neck. "Wait!"

Nathaniel stiffened, then wrenched her off with a snarl. "Don't touch me!"

She stumbled, crashing to the floor in a graceless heap, humiliation burning through her.

Coolly adjusting his collar, Nathaniel didn't spare her another glance. "If I see you at Falcon Enterprises again, security will handle you."

Then he was gone.

Isabella remained on the floor, her gaze sharp as a blade as she watched Nathaniel disappear. Just then, her phone buzzed—Eleanor calling.

She answered, voice steady. "Yes, Ms. Lancaster?"

Eleanor's tone was smooth. "Well? Did you successfully place the Heartchain Curse on Nathaniel?"

A slow, victorious smile curled Isabella's lips. "Consider it done."

"Excellent. Once the curse takes hold, Nathaniel will suffer excruciating pain whenever he's near another woman. The only relief he'll find is in your presence. You'll become his only remedy—his only escape. He won't be able to leave you again."

Isabella's pulse quickened with satisfaction. When she'd grabbed Nathaniel's neck earlier, she'd discreetly woven the curse into his skin without him noticing.

Now, his wedding to Harrison would never happen.

"Where did you even learn the Heartchain Curse?"

Eleanor chuckled. "Since we're partners now, I'll tell you. In my youth, I trained under a master from Frostholm—a curse artisan of unparalleled skill. I studied under her until I mastered every technique she knew."

Isabella's breath hitched. The more powerful Eleanor was, the better it served her.

"Together, the Lancaster and Falcon families won't stand a chance against us."

"Precisely. I have no doubt of it."

Hanging up, Isabella rose from the floor, her fear replaced by cold determination. The game had only just begun.

Nathaniel strode out of Falcon Enterprises and slid into his sleek black car. His phone buzzed—Harrison calling.

He answered instantly. "I'm on my way. Where are you?"

"Already at the courthouse," Harrison replied, voice warm.

"I'll be there soon, Mrs. Falcon."

Harrison's soft laugh sent warmth curling through him.

Nathaniel's chest swelled with joy—and beneath it, a thread of unease. After everything, he was finally remarrying Harrison. He couldn't shake the fear that something might go wrong.

But so far, everything was perfect. Harrison was waiting.

He turned the key in the ignition—

A searing pain lanced through his neck. Then his skull erupted in agony, as if his head were splitting apart.

Nathaniel clutched his temples, bewildered.

What the hell was happening? The pain was unbearable.

He fumbled for his phone to call Harrison—

But the moment Harrison's name flashed on the screen, fresh torment exploded behind his eyes. He doubled over with a strangled cry.

Meanwhile, inside the courthouse, Harrison glanced at the number in her hand—18. A few couples still waited ahead.

She settled in to wait when suddenly, her phone rang.

Rosalind was calling.