Do you love him?

"Fake princess?"

Charlotte murmured, her delicate face showing extreme turmoil.

She shook her head, as if denying the existence of something.

Her trembling lips had lost their original rosy color.

The storm raged on.

Trees in the estate seemed to be uprooted, spinning in the air, and the entire world appeared to be teetering on the brink of a massive crisis.

This seemed to reflect Charlotte's tumultuous emotions.

"No... no... I am Charlotte. This is mine. All of this belongs to me. It's not fake, it's not an act, it's not a stage play!!"

Her face twisted with rage as she looked at the two of them. She stood up angrily, clenching her fists.

The entire world seemed to roar with her fury.

The distant sunset became scorching and blinding, like a solar storm heralding the end of the world.

At this moment, Mia stood up and boldly took Charlotte's hand. Charlotte looked at her.