DESPITE his attempts to brush it off, August felt a searing anger and hurt bubbling up inside him after his conversation with Henry. He forced a smile and mingled with the guests. However, he couldn't help but scoff at the realization that, despite Charles declaring him as the heir, people still think of him as a pathetic commoner.‘They can't fool me now,’ he thought bitterly to himself, his mind wandering as guests chatted away at him.He scanned the crowd, memories of the engagement party flooding back. The same guests who had insulted him without knowing the full story were here once again, and August couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment toward them.But despite it all, August held his head high, determined to prove them wrong. He knew he was more than what they saw him as. He was going to fight tooth and nail to keep it.Charles' unwavering trust in him, despite his numerous failures and lack of experience, touched something deep within August. He vowed to himself that he

FROM the day August lived in the Sandoval mansion, his life became difficult as the Sandoval family intended him to feel. They were treating him like trash, although they weren’t telling him insulting phrases right in front of their face.They couldn’t afford to do it, knowing how powerful August was right now.But they could do it in a different way—Using emotions to attack August’s weak side.“August, can you make me a green tea? I want the water to be warm,” commanded Jake while he was watching television in the living room. “Ask for Nica’s help if you’re not sure about the specifics. I am picky when it comes to my beverage.”"Alright, father," replied August, affectionately acknowledging Jake as if he were h