All Chapters of In Love With The Prince : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Amara’s POV I could not believe what had just happened. Humiliation had never cut this deep before. It was like being stripped of every dignity I had ever held onto and thrown into the mud for everyone to see. The shame pressed on me like an unbearable weight, suffocating me until I could barely breathe. I wanted to scream, to shout until the walls themselves understood that I wasn’t the monster they painted me to be. But the truth was clear now, no one ever wanted to believe me. The way they looked at me, their stares, sharp, judging, filled with disgust, it was as though I carried a disease, as though I was a plague they wanted nothing to do with. And perhaps, in their eyes, that’s all I was. A mistake. A woman who didn’t belong. And then there was Gilan. Oh, Gilan. My chest tightened as I thought of him. He hadn’t even tried to hide it. His face… it was written all over him. The glimmer in his eyes, the way his lips curved ever so slightly. Happiness. Satisfaction. Relief. H

Gilan’s POVI feel… somehow at peace. For the first time in weeks, the quiet around me doesn’t feel heavy or suffocating. I’ve managed to rest here at home without any disturbances, without endless calls, messages, or the constant pressure of the palace. My phone has been quiet too, most of the time I keep it on flight mode, just so nobody can disturb me.Life is slowly returning to how it was before Amara came and turned everything upside down. There’s a comfort in this stillness, a sense of reclaiming my space, even though a shadow still lingers in my chest. My heart aches, not for my parents, who I’ve forgiven, but because Elena… she is nowhere to be seen.This week has been endless searching, endless longing. I went to her old home, hoping she might have returned there. But she was gone. Like a ghost, she seemed to have vanished from the world entirely. And the emptiness inside me deepened with every unanswered thought of her.“My Elena… where are you, my love?” I whisper to the

Gilan’s POVI fear losing Elena the moment I see her heading outside to answer the call. My chest tightens as though someone is squeezing the life out of me. She has never done that before, not when we were together, not when we had each other, and now, all of a sudden, she slips away from me to answer a call? My mind betrays me immediately, painting images of another man, another presence in her life, someone who might have already taken her heart away from me.The thought burns through me like fire. I cannot, I will not, allow it to be true. Even if another man has walked into her world, even if he has cared for her when I was not there, I cannot just stand aside and let Elena be taken from me. Not this time. Not when I have already lost her once. No, I will fight for her with everything I have, with everything that I am. I will not allow myself to lose again.* * * * * * * * * * * * We are in the car now. My hands feel restless on the steering wheel until I can no longer resist pu

Elena’s POV"Wait a moment," I whisper, gently letting go of Albert’s arm.The fear I had carried since the moment he walked into the restaurant weighs heavily on me. My heart had stopped when I saw him, Albert standing there, his eyes searching, his chest rising with the rhythm of his held breath. For a moment, I thought he would lose his cool when he saw me with Gilan. That scene could have ended so differently, but I am grateful… so grateful… that Albert kept calm.Still, I could not leave Gilan standing there with questions in his eyes. I owed him the truth.I turned, each step toward him heavy, almost unbearable. His face, oh, how it pierced me. He looked so heartbroken, his eyes shimmering with emotions I had once drowned in. I felt my chest tighten painfully, but I knew I couldn’t lie to him. He deserved honesty.“Gilan,” I breathed, my voice trembling though I tried to steady it, “you have always been the man I love. I still love you… but we cannot be together. I am with anoth

Amara’s povI lay on the couch, my body sprawled as though the cushions were the only thing holding me together. My eyes fixed on the ceiling above, but I wasn’t really looking at it. My vision blurred, fogged with tears I had shed endlessly over the past week. My eyes throbbed with pain, burning each time I tried to blink. My face felt stiff, marked with the trails of dried tears.The sound of silence was loud, but not as loud as the cries that had haunted me day and night. My baby. His cries were endless, piercing through my already broken heart like shards of glass. Every shrill scream seemed to dig deeper into my nerves. Instead of filling me with tenderness like babies usually do, they made me sick. I hated the sound. I hated the reminder that my life had been reduced to this.This child, this baby had become the heaviest burden I had ever carried. The most tiring, suffocating, draining thing I had ever known. My stomach twisted with guilt for thinking it, but the truth pulsed th