Prince Gilan’s POVWhat is all this? This is madness. How can Amara be pregnant with my child when I don’t even remember ever laying with her?It’s all insane.“I’m never going to accept that baby. He’s not mine, and he will never be mine,” I muttered bitterly to myself. “It’s better if I leave this palace for good. It’s better to live a peaceful life as a common man than to remain trapped here in luxury with Amara. I will never be happy with her. And I don’t want a life filled with misery.”I stormed out of the living room, overwhelmed with emotions, and headed toward my chamber, unsure of what to do next. Ever since I returned to the palace, I’ve known no happiness. Each day had become a relentless repetition of Amara this, Amara that. Her name echoed through the walls like a curse. I was suffocating.It was becoming painfully clear, I needed to leave. I would rather be a poor man living in joy than a prince drowned in sorrow.Slamming the door behind me, I threw myself onto the bed
Amara's POVI was satisfied, no, triumphant. That filthy girl, Elena, had finally been put in her place. I could almost taste her misery, and it was as delicious as victory itself. She deserved every bit of it. That heartbreak, that humiliation, I wanted her to feel it. To know that she had lost. I had won.With a smirk lingering on my lips, I turned on my heel and walked away from her. I headed to my car, the heels of my shoes tapping sharply against the pavement as if each step marked my rising power. I got behind the wheel and slowly began driving toward the palace.I hadn’t told the royal family the good news yet. No, I wanted Elena to be the first to hear it, she had to be the first to suffer the blow. But now it was time for everyone else to know. Especially Prince Gilan.I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when I dropped the bombshell. I wanted him to look me in the eyes, in front of his parents, and acknowledge the truth. I wasn’t leaving that palace today without a da
Elena's POVAfter Three WeeksIt has been three long, heart-wrenching weeks of loneliness. Not once in those 21 days have I laid eyes on Gilan, and the ache of missing him has become unbearable. He’s not just my lover, he’s my man, my better half. The one person who stood by me when the whole world turned its back. Without him, the days feel endless, and the nights? Torture.Even though we haven't met in person, he never let me feel abandoned. He supported me financially, made sure I lacked nothing, and we spoke every single day. And for that, I was so deeply grateful. He had promised to come see me as soon as he got the chance. I kept holding on to that promise like it was the only thing keeping me afloat. I knew he would come, one day. I just didn’t know when. But when that day finally came, I’d hold him so tight and never let go.Gilan is all I have left. He’s not just my partner, he’s my only family now. I’m not ready to lose him. I cannot lose him.Still… something didn’t sit rig
Helen’s POVI hate Amara with every fiber of my being. Sometimes I wonder why I even became friends with her in the first place. These past few months, ever since Prince Gilan returned to the country, she hasn’t stopped talking about him. It was exhausting, and with each passing day, I found myself despising her even more.I began to loathe our so-called friendship. It had become nothing but a charade, one that bored me to death. But despite my growing hatred, I kept pretending to be the good friend she thought I was. Why? Because I was waiting, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And when that moment came, I would make sure it left a mark she would never forget.That night at the club, it was all me. I was the one who had sent that man after her. I had carefully orchestrated every detail of that plan, and when I found out afterward that she was pregnant, I felt victorious. At last, something had gone my way. Something that would keep her from ever stepping foot into the royal p
Amara’s POVI walked into the house, a wave of triumph and joy washing over me. At last… my plan had worked. Everything had gone exactly how I envisioned it. Gilan would be mine, forever. Now, all that remained was a visit to the hospital for a pregnancy test, and then… then I would march into the palace and deliver the news of my "miracle" to everyone. There was no going back now.Exhaustion began to settle into my bones. I made my way to my bedroom, eager to collapse onto my bed and savor this moment of victory. It hadn’t been easy getting everything to fall into place, but the effort had been worth it. Finally, I had accomplished what many girls only dreamed of.But just as I pushed open my door, I stopped in my tracks, utterly shocked.There, on my bed, was Helen. She was fast asleep, her body curled up like a content cat. My heart tightened with irritation. I hated seeing her on my bed. Why was she always invading my space?Suppressing a groan, I walked over and tapped her should
Gilan's POV “Ooh, my head... Why am I feeling so dizzy and heavy?” I mutter as I slowly open my eyes. My head throbbed like a drum, and I felt as though I had downed several bottles of strong alcohol. But I haven’t touched any liquor for a long time, so this feeling didn’t make sense. Something wasn’t right. Something was definitely wrong. It felt like I had been drugged. That thought alone made my stomach turn. As I slowly sit up, I realize, I’m completely naked. My eyes widen in disbelief. Then, horror strikes me to my core when I see Amara lying next to me in bed, equally naked. My heart skips a beat. My breath catches. My entire body goes cold. No. No. No. This can’t be happening. “Amara! What are you doing in my bed?” I shout as I roughly shake her awake, panic rising in my chest like a wildfire. She slowly opens her eyes, pretending to be groggy, and then smiles as though everything is normal. “Hey Gilan… Why are you acting so shocked?” she says sweetly, stretching