All Chapters of In Love With The Prince : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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 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

Amara’s POV“My queen, what am I supposed to do now? I’m so confused…” I sobbed, my voice trembling as I watched Gilan’s car speed out of the palace gates like a madman.Tears streamed down my cheeks, and my heart shattered with every passing second. It was painfully clear, Gilan was disgusted by me. He couldn’t stand the sight of me. He didn’t want anything to do with me.But I can’t leave him alone. I won’t. I love him too much. My whole world revolves around him. I can’t even imagine a life without him in it. I won’t stand by and let that mad, dirty girl, Elena, take him from me.No. I will never give up. Not now. Not when I’m so close.This time, I must win.“My dear,” the queen said gently, reaching out and holding my trembling hands. “I am here with you. And this time, we will make sure Gilan does the right thing. He won’t be able to deny this child. He must marry you. In fact, we are going to set the wedding date as soon as possible. Before your baby bump starts to show. It has

Amara’s POVAfter I finish packing my last bag, I glance around the guest room one final time. Everything was in order. My heart fluttered with excitement and anticipation. This was it. I was heading back to the palace, not as a visitor this time, but as someone who truly belonged. Someone with a future. Someone with a purpose.When I arrive at the palace, I find the king and queen just about to enter their car. A small convoy of guards surrounds them, ready for departure.“My queen,” I call out, quickening my pace, “where are you headed to?”She turns slightly, her face calm but firm. “We are going to fetch Gilan, my dear. He must return home tonight. And while at it, we’re going to send that girl packing, back to wherever she came from.”A wicked smile curls on my lips. I can’t help it. That was exactly what I wanted to hear.“My queen, please… take me with you,” I plead, stepping closer. “Let me come with you. I need to see it happen. I want to see the look on her face when she’s t

Elena’s POVThe soft chirping of birds outside the window gently stirs me awake. A warm beam of sunlight spills through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow. For a moment, I stay still, listening to the peaceful sounds of morning, wrapped in warmth, not just from the blankets, but from the man lying beside me.Gilan.He’s still asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily, his arm loosely draped around my waist. His bare skin against mine makes me shiver a little, but not from cold, from how safe, how loved, how complete I feel right now.I turn slightly to face him, careful not to wake him. His face is calm, relaxed, almost boyish in sleep. There’s a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips, like he’s dreaming of something beautiful. I hope it’s me. I hope it's us.Last night was unforgettable. I never imagined I’d ever feel so connected to someone, not just physically, but emotionally, spiritually. Gilan didn’t just touch my body; he touched my soul. And now, lying h