All Chapters of In Love With The Prince : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Prince Gilan’s POV “You’re here so early today. Is everything okay?” Elena asks the moment I walk into the house, concern softening her voice as she wipes her hands on a kitchen towel. “Yes,” I reply, forcing a smile onto my face even though my thoughts are far from calm. In truth, I was starving—but more than that, I was emotionally exhausted. My plan had been to have breakfast with my parents at the palace, to spend a peaceful morning with them. But all that changed the moment I saw Amara. Her presence ruined my mood, and I had to leave. She continues to chase after something that doesn’t exist anymore—my love for her. And what frustrates me most is that she refuses to see it. I could never go back to her. Not in this life. She’s beautiful, yes, and she has her entire future ahead of her. She deserves to be with someone who truly sees and values her. But that man will never be me. “Come, sit down. Let’s have breakfast,” Elena says warmly, interrupting my thoughts as she sets the

Gilan’s POV As I step into my room, frustration bubbles inside me like a storm. Without wasting another second, I grab my suitcase and begin packing my clothes. My movements are rushed, filled with the anger and disappointment I’ve been suppressing for days. Leaving the palace is the best decision I can make right now. Ever since I returned, I haven’t known peace. Every moment feels like a battle—every room echoes with reminders of Amara, and I’m suffocating under the weight of expectations I never agreed to. I can’t stand it anymore. What pains me the most is how my parents always seem to take Amara’s side. They don’t care about how I feel—not really. All they seem concerned about is how things look, about appearances and reputation. It’s as if Amara is their real daughter, while I’m just the pawn to marry her and keep everything neat and royal. My feelings? Forgotten. When I’m done packing, I zip up my suitcase and head out of the room, my footsteps firm with purpose. I walk thro

Amara's POV I slowly open my eyes, and the first thing I notice is the dim lighting of the unfamiliar room. My head is spinning, and a strange heaviness lingers over my body. As I look around, realization strikes me—I am lying on a bed, completely naked. Panic rises in my chest. The man from last night—the one with the mask and sunglasses—is gone. There is no sign of him anywhere. I try to recall what happened, but everything is a blur. My heart sinks further as I shift slightly and feel a sharp pain between my legs. “No… no, please, no,” I whisper, then break down in bitter tears. I tremble as I touch my swollen, bruised body. The pain in my vag**a is unbearable. It feels raw, used, and violated. It’s clear—I had been raped. He must have assaulted me repeatedly through the night. I remember nothing. I had been drugged. That monster did this to me while I was helpless. Tears flow freely down my cheeks. I look around the room, frantic. My bag—gone. My phone—nowhere in sight. “Whe

Amara’s POV I must admit—ever since that horrible night, I haven’t been the same. I’ve been haunted every day by what happened to me. My body moves, my mouth speaks, but deep down I feel completely broken. I carry a silent storm inside me—one that never seems to calm. But there’s one thing that’s been bothering me even more lately, something I haven’t had the courage to speak about… Until now. It’s been over a week since my period was supposed to arrive. I kept telling myself it was just stress, or maybe I was overthinking things. But now the delay is starting to terrify me. There are no signs at all—no cramps, no discomfort, no usual symptoms. Just silence. And silence can be frightening. Lying in bed, I stared blankly at the ceiling, my thoughts spinning endlessly. I felt trapped inside my own mind. Miserable. Isolated. Empty. My life, which once had hope and purpose, now feels like a heavy burden I never asked to carry. “I just wish my parents were here,” I whispered to the emp

Amara's POV I felt a strange satisfaction knowing that the Queen had called me to ask about Gilan's whereabouts. Now that he was finally back at the palace, it was the perfect opportunity for me to act. My heart was set — I had made up my mind. I missed him terribly. Despite everything that had happened, my love for Gilan hadn't changed. I still wanted him. I still dreamed of being his wife. The past few weeks had been nothing short of a nightmare, but I saw this pregnancy as my one and only chance to secure a future with him. No matter how the baby was conceived, I was determined not to get rid of it. I had convinced myself that Gilan had to be the one to take responsibility. I would make him believe the child was his. If I didn’t do it now, I’d lose him forever — and that was a fate I couldn’t accept. “Let me call the Queen first… I need to be sure he's home before I go there,” I said to myself, picking up my phone. I dialed her number, and she answered right away. Me — "My Que