All Chapters of In Love With The Prince : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Prince Gilan’s Point of View “Where should I even start from?” I murmured to myself as I drove toward the village Elena had mentioned. The question echoed in my mind like a haunting melody. The truth was, I had never set foot in that village before. This would be my first time going there, and I already knew it wouldn't be easy. The roads would be unfamiliar, the people strangers, and with me being a prince, recognition was almost guaranteed. One wrong move, one curious glance, and I’d have an entire crowd around me. “No,” I muttered, turning the steering wheel. “It’s better if I go home first. I need my cap. It’ll help hide my identity.” I made a quick U-turn, heading back to the palace. If I wanted to avoid attention and complete this task smoothly, I had to blend in as much as possible. This mission was personal—more personal than anything I’d ever done before. I had no map, no directions, no plan. All I had was Elena’s name, her soft voice in my memory, and her tear-streaked fa

Prince Gilan’s POV I glance down at my phone. The time reads almost 3:00 PM. “It’s already late,” I mutter to myself, sighing heavily. “I won’t make it in time. I guess I’ll have to search for Elena’s mother tomorrow instead.” It had been a long, exhausting day. My energy was drained, and my mind felt clouded with frustration. What made it worse was Amara—she had completely thrown off my plans. Arguing with her had taken so much time and energy, and because of that, I couldn’t even begin the search for Elena’s mother. I felt genuinely sorry for Elena. I knew she was lying in that hospital bed, hoping—expecting—me to bring her mother to her. She would be so disappointed when she saw me walk in alone. Still, no matter how bad I felt, I couldn’t stay away from her. I had to go to her. She needed comfort. She needed someone to lean on. “It’s better if I just head to the hospital now,” I say out loud, resolving to be there for her, even if I didn’t have good news. As I drive, my mind

Prince Gilan’s POV “I’m so glad that today is finally the day I’ll be discharged. I can’t even express how happy I am. Thank you, Gilan,” Elena says, her voice bright with excitement. The warm smile on her face radiated pure joy—it was as if her heart had finally been set free. “Yes, I’m happy too,” I reply, returning her smile. “Honestly, I’m tired of seeing you stuck here. So today is not just your day of freedom—it’s mine too. I’m relieved to see you well again.” “I was getting so tired of staying in one place. I’m not used to being stuck indoors like this. I just want to go home and see my mother,” she says, a spark lighting her eyes. “I miss her so much. I can’t wait to hold her again.” Her joy is contagious. “I can tell just how excited you are. Now, go ahead and finish your breakfast while I go settle your hospital bill. Then we can finally leave this place,” I say, standing up and heading out of her room. When I return, I find the doctor in her room, doing a final check-up

Gilan’s POV I felt a wave of relief wash over me when Elena agreed to come with me. Her quiet acceptance wasn’t just a moment of trust—it gave me a chance to fulfill the promise I made to her mother before she passed. I swore I’d take care of her daughter, and now, I could finally begin to do that in a real and tangible way. As we drove, I made a short stop at a hotel on the way. I walked in and asked the waiter to pack a warm meal for Elena. I knew there was no food in the house where I was taking her—no one had lived there in months. I didn’t want her first night there to be lonely and hungry. She deserved comfort after everything she'd been through. Exactly an hour later, we arrived at the house I had chosen for Elena. It wasn’t too far from the palace, which was intentional. That way, I could visit her as often as I needed to, without raising any suspicion. More importantly, none of my family members ever came to this particular house. It was perfect—quiet, safe, and private. Sh

Prince Gilan’s POV “Come here and change into this dress,” one of the store attendants says warmly to Elena, handing her a dress from the selection we’d been browsing. “Okay,” Elena responds softly, her voice gentle as she follows the woman into the fitting room. I remain seated outside, waiting, watching as other customers walk past, some glancing at me, but I barely notice them. My attention is focused only on the curtain that separates me from Elena. Ten minutes go by, and I’m beginning to wonder if she needs help, or if perhaps she doesn’t like the dress. But then, the curtain slowly pulls back and I completely forget how to breathe. There she stands, hesitant at first, but glowing all the same. She’s wearing a soft champagne-colored dress that fits her like it was made just for her. It hugs her waist gently, the fabric flowing like liquid silk down to just below her knees. The way it catches the light is magical—like morning sunlight reflecting on still water. Her hair