All Chapters of In Love With The Prince : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Gilan’s POVI wake up in the middle of the night, my heart thudding in my chest when I sense a shadow standing beside my bed.A cold shiver races down my spine. Who would dare enter my room when I am certain I locked it tightly before going to sleep?The lock was my only line of defense tonight, defense against one person in particular. Amara. The most shameless, manipulative woman I have ever met. I locked the door to keep her out, to protect myself from her bold intrusions. The last time she came, she crossed boundaries I will never forget, and only heaven knows the full extent of what she did to me. Now, she claims she is pregnant from that night, using it as a weapon to trap me. In my heart, I know the child isn’t mine, yet without evidence, my truth is nothing but a whisper in the wind.My voice is sharp as I sit upright, eyes wide, my breathing unsteady.“Who’s there? Who are you?”“It’s me.”The moment the deep voice reaches my ears, recognition strikes like lightning.“Father…

Gilan’s POVThe priest’s voice is calm, almost ceremonial, yet to me it sounds like a sentence being passed.“And you, Gilan, will you take Amara as your wife, now and forever?”The words hang in the air, heavy and suffocating. For a moment, I can’t even breathe. My pulse pounds in my ears, drowning out everything else.All around me, the grand wedding hall is hushed, hundreds of eyes fixed on me. I can feel their curiosity, their expectation, pressing into my skin. Behind the priest, sunlight spills in through the tall windows, casting gold light over the flowers, the decorations, the people. It’s beautiful, painfully so. Because for me, this day is no celebration.I steal a quick glance at Amara beside me. She is radiant in her white gown, her face glowing with confidence and triumph. She stands so close, her perfume wrapping around me like a net I can’t escape. I know exactly what’s in her heart right now, victory. She believes she has me. She believes I am hers.But my heart… my h

Gilan’s POV"I will sleep in the guest room. You can stay here for all I care!" I bark at Amara, my voice cutting through the tense air like a blade. Without giving her a chance to respond, I wrench my arm free from her grip and storm away.She thought she had won, thought that standing beside me at that altar meant she had truly secured me. But she had no idea. I had made myself a silent promise the moment I said “yes” at the wedding, my voice heavy with defeat, I would make her suffer. She would never have me, never have peace in this palace. One day she would give up on her own and walk away. That was my victory plan.I head straight to the guest room, every step heavy with the weight of my fury. Once inside, I twist the lock firmly, as though sealing myself off from her and everyone else. My body feels like lead, drained from the exhausting charade of the day. This wedding had been nothing but a performance forced upon me, and now that it was over, I felt like I could breathe agai

Elena’s POVWhen I open my eyes, the first thing I notice is that the ceiling above me is not one I recognize. It’s painted a soft cream color, with a crystal chandelier hanging right in the center, its teardrop crystals catching the faint morning light. I blink a few times, my vision adjusting. My head feels impossibly heavy, as if someone had struck me. A dull, throbbing ache pulses at my temples.“What… happened to me?” I whisper to myself, my voice barely more than air.I push myself up slowly, glancing around the room. It’s enormous, easily twice the size of my old bedroom, with a king-sized bed draped in thick white sheets and a velvety navy-blue comforter. The furniture is polished mahogany, the kind that looks like it’s been imported from somewhere expensive. A large window, dressed with gold and cream curtains, allows a flood of light to pour in, illuminating the glint of picture frames on the opposite wall. Whoever lives here must be rich.But where is here? How did I get he

Helen’s POVI just could not believe the betrayal Amara had given me. The sting of it still burned deep in my chest like hot coals. It was not only painful, it was humiliating, the kind of humiliation that gnaws at you every waking hour.I remember the day so clearly, as if my mind insists on replaying it just to torment me. I had dressed in my finest outfit, styled my hair with care, and even put on the perfume Amara once said she loved on me. I had imagined myself walking into that palace, smiling at her with pride, watching her step into her new life. I had thought I was going to be there for one of the most important moments of her life, my friend’s wedding.But when I arrived at the palace gates, everything crumbled. The guards looked at me as if I were some common intruder. They checked their lists once, twice, then told me in a cold, detached voice that my name was not there. Not on the guest list. Not anywhere. I stood there frozen, unable to believe what I was hearing. The pa