All Chapters of The Tyrant’s Broken Princess: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MEANDRA“I haven’t seen Steven. Is he okay?” Belle asked. Her tone startled me. I paused with my fingers mid-twist, the thick strands of her hair coiled in my hand as I tried to wrap them into a neat bun at the top of her head.The question hung in the room like smoke. My hands resumed their motion, slower now. The silence filled up the space between us. My throat tightened, but I swallowed the lump before I spoke.“He’s taking care of his wife,” I informed her, not wanting to reveal anything. She was just a kid, I couldn’t burden her with stuff like this. “Why?” I asked, curious as to why she brought his name up.“I know what happened,” she revealed. She turned to face me, and I paused my actions, looking at her furrowed eyebrows. “I heard the maids talking about it. They gossip a lot,” she added, turning back to look at the mirror.I parted my lips to speak, but I had no words.“Shantai didn’t tell me either. She thinks I’m just a kid. Everyone does,” she added, lowering her head. T

MEANDRAThe night grew quickly and so did the sudden pain in my chest. My heart had refused to calm but quickened. I felt like something was about to go wrong but everywhere had been quiet so far. Calm even.Too calm and too quiet.So much so that I would gasp at every sound and strain my ears, waiting to hear something. Anything.Ever since I had confronted Alejandro about Steven’s sudden departure, a heavy, suffocating weight had settled over my chest.It grew heavier with each passing hour, pressing down until even breathing became a conscious effort. I found myself wishing — desperately wishing — that I had never gone to him at all. His words, cold and cutting like winter blades, still echoed in the hollows of my mind.“Your words could get you killed,” he had said, his voice devoid of warmth.But strangely, that wasn’t what made my palms sweat and my hands tremble even now. That wasn’t what made my legs feel as though they had turned to stone, each step heavier than the last, nor

MeandraI snapped my eyes open. My eyebrows furrowed immediately I stared up at the unfamiliar lights above my head. I didn’t have these types of lights in my room.A deep, uneasy feeling stirred inside me. I wiggled my fingers, clenching them tightly into fists and then relaxing them, trying to gain control of my body, trying to make everything feel real.Everything started coming back to me in fragments, flooding my mind in blurry flashes. Panic gripped my chest as I struggled to push myself into a sitting position.I passed out... I remembered that much.I had been holding onto someone — someone warm, someone breathing — but who? Who could that have been? My mind raced, trying to piece the puzzle together, as my eyes wandered around the familiar yet unfamiliar room.Everything wasn’t exactly clear, but it wasn’t blurry either — just a sickening, foggy in-between.My head pounded, every throb sending sharp waves of pain through my temples. But despite the hammering inside my skull,

MEANDRAI took in multiple breaths, finally being able to breathe properly. The hallway outside Alejandro’s room was silent, filled with only the thud of my footsteps as I rushed away. The air felt thinner here, less suffocating than the thick tension I’d just escaped. But I wasn’t steady yet.My mind still reeled from the sight of Jasquire, her calculated smile, the way Alejandro had shoved her hand away — the sound of it still echoed behind my ribs. I moved down the hallway with slow, measured steps, the worn floorboards creaking faintly beneath my feet.Would she come after me? My mind was still stuck on what had happened, wondering..Would Jasquire storm down that hallway, furious and entitled, simply because she had seen me with him? My mind circled around the image—her eyes narrowing, lips twisting in that too-sweet smile that never quite reached her gaze. I had seen that look before.I didn’t even realize I had stopped walking until I felt the cold bite of air on my skin. M

JASQUIREImmediately after stepping out of the room, my heart began racing and it became hard to hide my expression. The weight of what had just happened still pressed down on my chest. I walked quickly but not too quickly, careful not to draw attention to myself. My feet barely made a sound against the old wooden floor.“Father,” I called softly, my voice barely rising above a whisper. I glanced around, hoping no one had heard me. “Father...” I repeated, a little louder this time.I hesitated when I heard the sound—a faint shuffle. My breath caught mid-step. It came from behind me, close, too close. Every instinct screamed for me to turn around, to see who—or what—was there. But I didn’t.I forced myself to remain still, eyes fixed aheadTurning too quickly would only confirm suspicion. Whoever was behind me might already be watching, waiting for that one flinch, that one giveaway glance. So I stayed rigid, pretending not to notice.I shifted slightly, just enough to seem casual.My