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Prince Gilan's POV.
“We have landed at the airport. Thank you for traveling with the Safe Travels Line.” Thank God I have arrived safely at my hometown. I remember the last time I left my town and went to another country because of my studies. It was like five years ago. I was a little man back then. But now, I am all grown up and now, a graduate. My parents will be so proud of me. My name is Gilan June. The only male child of my parents. I am the apple of my parents' eyes. They love me so much, and I love them the same way they love me. I am also the firstborn; I have a younger sister, Juliet. My father is a king of my land, which makes me a prince. My mother is a queen and my sister a princess. We are so respected in my town. We have guards guarding the palace every time. I am glad that I was born into a royal family. This gave me so many privileges, like studying outside the country. * * * * * * * * “My prince, the car is already here.” My driver says. He came to pick me up from the airport. “Ok, let's go.” I say as I lead the way. He takes my bag, and we start heading out of the airport. I breathe fresh air while I am outside. It has been a while since I was here, and I had missed this place so much. “At last, I am here. This is so nice.” I say with a smile on my face. “My prince, it's like you missed this place so much. I can see it in your eyes.” The driver says. His name was James. He has been working for our family for years now. He was a trusted worker, and I remember we were so close back then. I could share everything with him, and he could always keep a secret. “Yes James. I had missed this place with passion. But what I miss more is my parents. I know they must be eagerly waiting for me to get home. I can't wait to see them.” I say. “Yes, they are waiting for you. So let us not waste any more time. Let's go already.” He says, and I agree with him. He places my bag inside the boot, and he starts driving. I lower the car's mirror, and I look outside. I was curious to see what had changed while I was away, and I could see that a lot of development took place. Clearly, my father was ruling the town in the right direction. He was always the best anyway, and everybody in this town loved him so much. The airport and the palace were like thirty minutes apart. James drives the car carefully, and within minutes, we arrive. I could see from outside that my parents renovated the palace. It was not the same as I left it years back. It looked beautiful and classy now. “The prince is here.” I hear one guard shouting. The gatekeeper opens the gate, and James drives the car inside. He carefully parks it, and I come outside. “Welcome home, my prince.” The female palace maids say to me, and I smile at them. This was such a warm welcome. I could see my parents standing at the door holding roses in their hands. I slowly walk to them, and I give them tight hugs. I had missed them so much. I wonder how I survived all those years without them by my side. “Welcome home, son.” My father says. “Thank you, Father. I had missed all of you so much. I am glad to find you alive and well.” I say. “We are also glad that you are alive and well.” My mother says so, and she hands me the flowers. “Thank you, Mother. Where is Juliet? I have not seen her here.” I ask. “Ooh, she is in the university now. She said she will be back to see you.” My mother says. “Do you miss your sister that much?” Dad asks. “So much; we have not been talking much these days.” I say. “She is just busy, my dear. But you will see her soon.” My dad says. “Ok, let's go inside now. There is plenty of food waiting for you inside. Are you hungry? My mom asks. I know she has prepared a lot for me. I had missed my town's food so much, and I swear I will eat to my full. "I am starving, Mother.” I say. I slowly walk inside the palace. One of the guards takes my bag to my room. I was so tired, and I just wanted to eat and rest. I will then take a walk around the town after I wake up. “Mmh, Mother, the food is delicious. I had missed this food so much.” I say. “I am glad you liked it, my son. It was prepared specially for you.” My mother says. “Thank you, Mother. I am so tired. Let me now go rest in my room.” I say, and I am about to get up when my dad stops me. “There is something I want to inform you.” My dad says in a serious tone. I sit back to listen to him. “What is it, Father? Tell me.” I say. “Well, someone has been waiting for you. Have you forgotten Amara, your girlfriend? She has been waiting for you so that you can continue with your relationship. And we have decided to get the two of you married as soon as possible.” My dad says, and I am surprised. How come I totally forgot about Amara? I remember her after my dad has mentioned her. And marriage? Why so sudden? I am not ready to marry her. I mean, I don't love her anymore. So many years have passed, and our relationship ended years ago. “Dad, marriage? Why did you decide without my consent? I am not sure if I want to marry her.” I say. “No, you will marry her. Because we have already discussed everything with her family.” My father says. “Mother, what is all this? I don't understand why you are rushing this.” I say. I get up and I start heading to my room. I needed to clear my mind. I don't want to marry Amara. She is the last woman on earth I want to spend my life with, and that is final. There is no way I will marry her.Elena’s POVThe morning sunlight filters through the curtains. I stretch slowly, feeling the gentle weight of our baby moving inside me. Each kick, each tiny roll, reminds me that life is full of miracles, even after all the pain and heartbreak I have endured.I glance over at Albert, still asleep beside me, his hand resting lightly on my stomach. A small smile curves my lips. I never thought I would feel this peaceful, this safe, this complete.Albert stirs, opening his eyes and finding mine. “Good morning, my love,” he whispers, his voice low and full of warmth.“Good morning,” I reply, my hand tightening slightly on his. “Did you sleep well?” I add.He nods, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. “I did, because I know you’re here. And I can feel our little one too. I can’t wait to meet him,” he says.I laugh softly, the sound light and free. “Me neither." I say.Albert chuckles, and for a moment, the room is filled with nothing but our shared joy. The past, Gilan, Amara, the
Gilan’s POVIt’s been five months since I left the hospital. Five months of silence, of quiet nights that stretch too long, of walking through the palace halls feeling like a ghost of the man I used to be. The pain from my injuries has faded, but the emptiness inside me is louder than any wound. Elena has never come back to see me at the hospital. We only talked a few times while I was still at the hospital, but after I got out, the phone calls stopped. I haven't spoken to her since then. Today, I decide what I have been avoiding for weeks. I want to see her. Just for once. To see how she is living without me. To see if she’s okay. My heart pounds as I step outside.I get into my car, gripping the wheel tightly. I drive slowly. With the calls we had made back then at the hospital, I had managed to track her down, and I currently know where she stays. I tell myself I will keep my distance, that I will just observe. I do not want to disrupt her life, do not want to interfere. But a
Amara’s POVThe days after Hellen’s death blur together like a nightmare that refuses to end. Each morning I wake up with a pounding in my chest, as if my own heart is screaming at me for what I have done. Her face never leaves me. Those final moments, her lifeless eyes staring at me.I try to move on, to pretend as if nothing happened, but the silence of the house betrays me. Every corner carries her shadow, every sound reminds me of her laughter. My guilt follows me like a curse.And then the whispers start. People in the neighborhood ask where Hellen is why she hasn’t been seen. Her family searches. The police knock on doors, making their inquiries.Every knock in the street makes my skin crawl. Every voice raised outside makes me shiver. My hands shake even when I am alone. Deep down, I know I cannot escape forever.* * * * * * * * * * *That evening, when the knock comes on my door, I freeze.“Open up, this is the police!”My heart stops. I want to run, to hide, but where can I g
Albert’s POVI get back home, and what I see makes my heart race. Elena is lying on the couch, sleeping. For a moment, I think something bad has happened to her. My chest tightens as panic takes over. I drop my briefcase without a second thought and rush to her side.“Elena, my love,” I call out, my voice trembling as I tap her cheeks.Her eyelids flutter open, and she whispers weakly, “My love,” as she struggles to sit up.The sight of her breaks me. She looks so sick, her eyes heavy and filled with exhaustion. I cannot hide the fear in me anymore.“Let’s go to the hospital. Please,” I say firmly, carrying her gently into my arms before she can resist.“I can walk, love,” she says softly. “I’m weak because I haven’t taken anything since morning.” She says. Her words make my heart ache. “Why? I had already prepared breakfast. Why didn’t you eat?” I ask, my voice a mix of worry and frustration. I’m angry, not at her, but at the fact that she is suffering like this and I feel helpless
Elena’s POV“My love, I will be off now. I will head to work now,” I hear Albert’s gentle voice say to me. His words pull me from the edge of sleep, and though I don’t open my eyes right away, I can already feel the warmth of his presence hovering near me.“Okay, love. Have a wonderful day,” I say softly, curling into the blanket and covering myself as if the blanket could protect me from how fragile I felt inside.“Aren’t you going to school?” he asks, his tone carrying both curiosity and concern.I slowly look at him, his tall figure standing by the bed, his eyes looking at me carefully. “No, I am feeling so bad today. And plus, our final exams are around the corner, so I will just study at home,” I reply, my voice heavy and weak.He immediately moves closer to me, his brows furrowing. “How are you feeling? Should I take you to the hospital?” He asks. He has missed work for two days just to stay by my side. I don’t want to hold him back anymore. Forcing a small smile, I whisper,
Albert’s POVWe stepped out of the hospital into the cool evening air. For a moment, I just stood still, breathing in deeply, trying to steady my heart. The air outside was lighter than the suffocating silence I had endured while waiting for Elena, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside me.The whole time she was with Gilan, I tried to remain calm. I told myself again and again that I trusted her, that love was stronger than jealousy, and that she came here only because her conscience demanded it. But my chest still tightened every second she was in that room with him.I imagined her sitting by his side, holding his hand, perhaps shedding tears for him. I pictured him weak and fragile, whispering her name, asking her to stay. And I feared, truly feared, that she might feel pity for him. That pity could turn into love again, or at least into something strong enough to make her choose him over me.And if that happened, what would become of me?I shook off the thought, but it clung
Elena’s POVWe stopped in front of the palace gates, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I had never been here before. To most people, the palace was just an image on the news, a faraway world of royalty and perfection. Now I was here, standing in front of towering gates, golden designs gleaming
Amara’s povI lay on the couch, my body sprawled as though the cushions were the only thing holding me together. My eyes fixed on the ceiling above, but I wasn’t really looking at it. My vision blurred, fogged with tears I had shed endlessly over the past week. My eyes throbbed with pain, burning e
Elena’s POV"Wait a moment," I whisper, gently letting go of Albert’s arm.The fear I had carried since the moment he walked into the restaurant weighs heavily on me. My heart had stopped when I saw him, Albert standing there, his eyes searching, his chest rising with the rhythm of his held breath.
Albert’s POVThe first thing I noticed was the light. Morning sunlight poured gently through the curtains, spilling across the room in warm, golden rays. For the first time in days, my body didn’t feel heavy. The burning fever that had chained me down was gone, leaving behind a sense of calm and st







