All Chapters of In Love With The Prince : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Amara’s POVThe nurse places my baby gently into my arms, and I feel my entire body sink into a deep, trembling smile. I can’t help it. My lips curve on their own, my chest warms, my heart squeezes. Just as I prayed for every single night, the baby looks exactly like me. The same soft brown skin, the same round cheeks, the same small nose. Even his tiny eyebrows seem to mirror mine. I let out a shaky breath.Finally… finally, I can relax.Earlier, the fear and pressure from dear, overwhelming, suffocating, had made it so hard to breathe. But now, looking at my baby’s tiny face, I know I have nothing to fear anymore. He is here. My blood. My flesh. My victory. My child will grow up in the palace, and no one can take that away from me. It feels as though fate itself has been fighting on my side, guiding my steps until I reached this moment. Maybe I was always meant to be here.“How are you feeling, my dear?” The queen’s voice cuts through my thoughts. She’s rushing toward me, her gown s

Gilan’s POVThe baby had been born. At least, that’s what my mother just told me over the phone. Her voice was bright with excitement, that commanding royal tone as if her words should carry weight in my heart. But instead, they slid off me like water off stone.“I won’t be coming, Mother. That baby is not my responsibility. I won’t come. So just hang up.”That’s what I said, and I meant every word. My voice was calm, almost too calm, because underneath it was a tide of emotions I refused to let her hear. I ended the call before she could answer.Eight months. That’s how long it’s been since I last saw Elena. Eight months of waking up with an ache in my chest, of carrying a thousand thoughts I couldn’t share with anyone. Every day without her has been another layer of emptiness, another reminder that my life lost its color when she walked away.Now, my mother wants me to smile for Amara’s child? The very thought makes my stomach turn. I can’t stand the idea of being tied to Amara any

Amara’s POVThe morning came too soon. My eyes had barely closed before the baby’s cries pierced the silence of the chamber, sharp and relentless. I rocked him, whispered to him, begged him in the stillness of dawn to just sleep, but he didn’t. My body ached, my head throbbed, yet I stayed awake with him because who else would?Gilan’s words from yesterday still echoed inside me like a wound that refused to heal. “The baby’s cries are irritating me.” He hadn’t even looked at the child properly since the day I returned from the hospital. Not one glance, not one soft word. Nothing but coldness.How does a man hate his child, we are married so it his baby. He is supposed to be there for the baby? Or maybe it was me he hated so deeply that the baby became the target of his bitterness. My chest tightened as I looked at the small bundle in my arms.His eyes blinked open, wide and searching. “Maybe you’re just hungry, hmm?” I murmured, forcing a smile I didn’t feel. I reached for the bottle,

Amara’s POVI could not believe what the queen had just said to me. Her words pierced through my chest like a thousand sharp knives. It was not her voice, it was as if a stranger was speaking. The woman who had once held me with so much warmth, who had comforted me through my darkest nights, had finally decided to abandon me. She told me to give up on Gilan… as if that was even possible.The air in the palace corridors felt heavy as I walked back to my room, my heart dragging me down with every step. When I opened the door, I found my son awake, his tiny eyes fixed on the ceiling, as though he was studying the patterns of a world I could not see. Innocent, untouched by all the darkness surrounding him. His stillness almost broke me.Maybe… maybe keeping him was a mistake, I whispered to myself, though the thought made me shudder in shame. Not because I didn’t love him, no, I loved him with every breath I had left, but because his very existence tied me to this unending torment. The ki

Gilan’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was silence.Not the kind of silence that weighed on me at the palace, the suffocating, heavy kind, but a soft one. No cries echoing down the corridors. No servants knocking on my door. No voices reminding me of duties I didn’t want. Just the faint chirping of birds outside and the distant chatter of people starting their day in the town below.I lay still for a moment, staring up at the low wooden ceiling above me. The mattress was rough, the sheets coarse, and my body ached from the unfamiliar bed. Yet somehow, I felt lighter than I had in years. For the first time, I was not a prince waking up to orders, expectations, and eyes watching my every move. I was just… me.I pushed myself upright, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The room looked smaller in the morning light, the wooden floor cracked, the walls stained from years of use. But it was mine, even if only for the night. A room I had chosen, not one I had been given. That diffe