All Chapters of In Love With The Prince : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Amara’s POV Panic surged through me like fire licking at my insides, though the house was silent. I glanced down at the tiny, lifeless body lying on the bed. My son. My little baby. His face looked almost peaceful now, as though he had simply drifted into sleep. But there was no rise and fall in his chest, no tiny fists clenching, no faint cry to disturb the night. He was gone. For a long moment, I just stood there, staring at him, willing him to move. I wanted to hear that soft whimper again, even the wails that had once grated on my nerves. Anything but this silence. My trembling fingers brushed his cold cheek, and the truth struck me harder than any blow ever could, my baby was dead. A thousand emotions warred inside me, grief, anger, shame, relief. I should have screamed. I should have fallen apart. But instead, numbness coated me like ice. I couldn’t let him stay here. Not tonight, not in my house. It was nearly midnight, the perfect time to do what no mother should ever d

Elena’s POVI had never regretted choosing Albert. Not even once. From the day I first looked into his eyes, I knew I was safe. He was my home, my joy, my shield from the storm of life. He wasn’t just a man to me, he was my everything. That is all I can say without drowning in the depth of it.“Babe, come, breakfast is ready!” his voice rang from the kitchen, warm and playful, like music drifting across the house.I was curled up on the couch, half-distracted by the television but more by the comfort of simply being here. In this moment. In this life with him. “Come here, babe. Let’s eat here. I don’t want to come there,” I call out, laziness tugging at my voice.“Coming,” he replies, and I could hear the smile in his voice.Albert. He was always the best. Gentle when I needed softness, strong when I needed to lean, patient when I faltered. I was tethered to him with every fiber of my being. Gilan’s face didn’t haunt me anymore. His memory had dissolved into the past where it belonged

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 against the sunlight, and walls so tall they seemed to touch the sky.The guards moved swiftly. One of them stepped forward, bowing slightly before opening my door. His courtesy felt heavy, as though reminding me that I was stepping into a world far above mine.“Your names, please,” another guard said firmly, handing us a book, and Albert and I sign.My fingers tremble as I write my name. It felt so strange, writing it here, as though this simple act marked me forever, Elena, a poor girl who never belonged, now stepping into the place that had once rejected her.“My love, I want you to wait for me in the car,” I whisper to Albert as I hand the pen back. My voice shakes, but I try to sound fi

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

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