In Love With The Prince のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Albert’s POVIt has been eight months now, eight months of quietly loving her, silently carrying the weight of emotions that I never dared to confess. Eight months that somehow feel like a lifetime because every day with her has been filled with a kind of joy I had never known before. Elena. The woman whose name alone softens my chest, whose smile lights up even the darkest corners of my heart.Eight months ago, she came into my life in the most unexpected way. I had found her lying by the side of the road, broken and frail, her life dangling on the edge of nothingness. I saved her, not because I wanted anything in return, but because something in me could not allow her to slip away. And from that moment, she became my world.Now, as I sit at the dining table, I watch her from a distance, the way her delicate hands move with so much care as she prepares our breakfast. It’s a simple act, yet to me, it feels profound. Before her, my mornings were quiet, empty, filled only with the echo

Elena’s POVThe soup sat on the table, steam curling into the dim air, but my eyes refused to leave Albert’s face. His breathing had steadied a little since I placed the cool cloth on his forehead, yet he still looked so fragile, so unlike the man who had always been a pillar of strength in my life.I sat quietly, his hand resting in mine. It felt strange, to be the one taking care of him. Albert was always the protector, the one who sheltered me, guided me, gave me a second chance. Now here he was, weak and vulnerable, depending on me in ways I never imagined.My thumb brushed over his knuckles slowly, almost unconsciously. His hand was warm, too warm from the fever, but it was strong, calloused, and somehow comforting. I told myself I was only holding his hand to make sure he was okay, but the truth was… I didn’t want to let go.What am I doing?I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. Gilan’s face came to me like a haunting. His smile, his eyes, the way he used to look at m

Helen’s POVJust like any other day, I move from one bar to another, scanning the room with practiced eyes. The air is heavy with smoke and stale beer, laughter spilling from men who’ve already had too much. For most women, this would be the last place they’d want to end up, but for me, this is where I thrive. I’ve survived off places like this for years, feeding off rich, careless men who see women like me as distractions, temporary toys. They give me their money, and in return, I give them exactly what they want.It’s not a noble life, but it’s survival. And survival is all I’ve ever really known.I slide into a dim corner first, ordering a drink just to blend in, letting my eyes travel slowly over the bar. My attention snaps almost instantly to a man seated alone at the counter. Broad shoulders, a posture that speaks of strength even though he looks tired, weighed down by thoughts. His clothes are neat, tailored, not cheap like the men around him. His watch glints faintly under the

Albert’s POVI wake up and I find myself on the couch, the blanket half slipping off my body. My eyes flutter open, heavy but adjusting to the soft morning light that seeps through the curtains. For a moment, I forget where I am. Then, as I turn my head slightly, my gaze falls on her.Elena.She’s curled up next to me, her long hair spilling across the cushion, her breathing calm and steady. My lips curve into a smile before I even realize it. The sight of her sleeping so peacefully beside me sends a warmth through my chest. She stayed here… all night.That realization alone is enough to melt me. She took care of me when I was too weak to even move. And yet, school. She has to go to school. She sacrificed her own rest and perhaps her routine, just for me. My heart swells, but at the same time, I feel guilty for being the reason she’s pushing herself.“Elena,” I whisper softly, my voice husky. I reach out and tap her shoulder.Her lashes flutter open, and her sleepy eyes lock on mine.

Albert’s POVShe said yes.For a moment, I couldn’t even believe the words had left her mouth.“Yes, it’s real. I want to be with you as well. Let us make this work.”Those words echoed in my mind over and over, like the sweetest melody, something I thought I’d never hear. My chest tightened with emotion so strong it nearly overwhelmed me.I pulled her into my arms before I could stop myself. I held her close, tighter than I ever had before, as if by doing so I could make this moment real, solid, permanent. My entire body trembled. My heart beat so fast it felt like it would break through my chest.“Thank you,” I whispered into her hair, my voice thick. “Thank you for accepting me.”The scent of her filled my lungs, soft and familiar, and I closed my eyes, trying to steady myself. She had said yes. She was mine now.And yet…Her words still lingered.“I am in love with another man. His name is Gilan… a prince… he’s married now… but I waited for him…”The moment she’d spoken those word