My Alibi Wore a Crown
At 9:24, I kissed a king. Five minutes later, somebody screamed my ex-husband’s name. Singer Zerline Peeters, 36, wants her own billing—not another man’s scandal. Swithin Seddon has a crown he....
At 9:24, I kissed a king. Five minutes later, somebody screamed my ex-husband’s name. Singer Zerline Peeters, 36, wants her own billing—not another man’s scandal. Swithin Seddon has a crown he can hide, a public speech he didn’t deliver live, and no business being in her ex’s club. Their unplanned kiss proves where they were. It doesn’t explain who killed Anatole—or why somebody wants their alibi to look like a conspiracy. A sharp-tongued romantasy mystery about grown-up desire, inconvenient truth, and the cost of wanting the man beneath the crown.