All Chapters of In Love With The Prince : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amara’s POVI slowly open my eyes, blinking at the golden rays peeking through the grand windows. I’m still in the palace. This isn’t a dream, it’s real. A rush of emotion fills my chest as I take it in. From now on, this is where I’ll wake up. The palace… a place of royalty, of comfort, of status. It’s such a privilege to be here, and more than anything, I want my baby to grow up surrounded by all this beauty and luxury. Life in the palace is better than anything I’ve ever known, and I don’t want to leave. Not now, not ever.I push the blankets aside and make my way to the bathroom. The sheer size of it still amazes me, it’s as big as a bedroom, sparkling clean, and perfectly designed. The moment the hot water touches my skin, I sigh in relief. The warmth relaxes me, comforts me. I close my eyes and allow myself to enjoy it, just for a few moments. I feel safe here. Cared for. Important.Once I finish, I get dressed carefully, making sure I look neat and presentable. I want to show r

The King’s POVI sit quietly in my private study, but my mind is far from calm. Papers lie untouched on my desk, reports, letters, royal obligations… all meaningless to me now. I can’t bring myself to focus on any of them.The only thing consuming my thoughts is Gilan.My son.He’s been gone for two days now. No explanation. No message. Just silence. And with every passing hour, the silence becomes heavier, more unbearable.As a father, I am deeply worried.But as a king, I am furious.The queen has tried to keep me steady. She sits with me often, her presence soothing, her words careful. She keeps reminding me that Gilan has always been impulsive, that perhaps he just needs time. But I can see it in her eyes, she too is hurting.She watches Amara cry herself to sleep every night. That poor girl, carrying our grandchild, while the father is off hiding like a coward. It is a disgrace. And I can’t bear it anymore.I finally rise from my chair and reach for the phone. I call the one man

Elena's POVI stare at the door, my eyes wide with disbelief. Gilan is gone. Just like that, the man who held my heart in his hands had walked away, not out of choice, but out of obligation. My chest tightens painfully as the silence in the house suddenly feels louder, heavier.Will this be the last time I ever see him? The question echoes in my mind like a cruel whisper.No. I shake my head slowly, refusing to accept that thought. I must be strong, for him, for us. For our love. I have to believe in the promises we made. I have to believe in him. Gilan said he would come back to me, and I must hold on to that with everything I have. I will be here, waiting for him. No matter how long it takes, my arms will be open, my heart steadfast.I rise slowly from where I was seated, feeling the weight of reality settle over me like a heavy cloak. The king had ordered me to leave this place, his place. I know he will send his guards to make sure I’m gone. I don’t want to be forced out. I’d rath

Amara’s POV"I will kill myself before that wedding happens."Those words won’t leave my mind. They echo over and over, a relentless rhythm in my head, like some cruel song I can’t turn off. Every time I hear them in my thoughts, a cold shiver snakes down my spine.What if he meant it?What if Gilan actually tries to end his life just to escape marrying me?The thought twists my stomach painfully. My hands grow clammy, and my heart starts pounding in uneven beats. Maybe… maybe we’re pushing him too hard. Maybe this whole thing will break him completely. And if that happens, what then? What will become of me? Of this baby?I watch him storm out of his parents’ presence, his jaw tight, his eyes burning with that familiar rage that’s always directed at me. He slams his bedroom door so hard the sound echoes through the palace corridors, making the walls seem to tremble. I flinch.He must hate me. He must truly, deeply hate me.For a fleeting second, doubt seeps in. Maybe this wedding will

Amara’s POVIt had been three days since that tense and frightening moment, and in those three days, the world had shifted for me. The wedding preparations were unfolding like a dream I never wanted to wake from. Every morning I woke up to the sound of people bustling about, arranging flowers, discussing menus, and finalizing guest lists. Every corner of the palace felt alive with joy and anticipation.And me? I had been the happiest I had ever been in my life.Even Gilan, my Gilan, had changed. The storm in his eyes had softened. His anger, which had burned like fire before, now seemed to be cooling day by day. He wasn’t lashing out anymore. He wasn’t glaring at me the way he had in the past. It was as if, little by little, he was accepting what was coming. Accepting me.That alone was enough to make my heart sing.“Have you tried your wedding gown, my dear?” the queen’s gentle voice pulled me from my thoughts. She was in my room, moving gracefully as she helped me make the final tou