All Chapters of The Tyrant’s Broken Princess: Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

MEANDRAShantai was glad I had stayed with her till she was done baking the cake. To be honest, I stayed with her because I was still a little shaken by Jasquire’s appearance. I wasn’t ready to deal with her this late in the night and definitely not alone. At least, for now.There was no reassurance that if she yanked my hair, Alejandro would come and save me.Yes. I did want to be courageous and not be afraid by Jasquire’s threats and actions but the fear that was instilled in me wouldn’t magically disappear or because I said it should.Shantai’s lips spread into a wide smile when. She brought the cake out of the oven. She looked at me with glee and nodded in approval. I smiled as well.“I just hope Belle would love it,” Shantai said as she covered the cake.“She will,” I answered with a smile.I watched as her eyes shifted—not to me, but around the room.There was something in her gaze, a restless fluttering, a sort of searching that hadn’t quite yet settled on a goal. Her small bro

MEANDRAI couldn’t get over it.No matter how many times I replayed it in my mind, it still felt surreal. Alejandro had chosen me—not Jasquire, not the girl I guess he would end up with, not who everyone around us assumed he would pick. He’d chosen me.Even now, just thinking about it, my chest felt lighter. A warm thrill bubbled in my stomach, tickling something soft and secret. I didn’t know how to hold it all inside me, this joy—this disbelief.I lay there on my back, the bedsheet tangled around my legs, staring up at the cracks in the ceiling like they might spell out some cosmic confirmation that this wasn’t a dream.He had really chosen me over Jasquire.Me.My lips parted into a smile—small, then wide, stretching almost involuntarily. I covered my face with my hands and let out a quiet laugh.I curled to my side, my fingers playing absently with the fraying edge of the pillow.Everything felt different, like my words had shifted.And it had shifted.I wasn’t just some afterthou

ALEJANDRO“Why do you keep letting your daughter run wild?” I demanded an answer, my voice already rising before the door even clicked shut behind me. I flung my arm out in a sweeping gesture, as if the air alone could carry the weight of my fury.Malachi closed the door slowly, as though buying himself time. He turned to face me with a puzzled frown creasing his brow. “What’s this about?” he asked, but I didn’t give him the courtesy of a pause.“She was in my room,” I snapped. “On my bed. Lying there like it belonged to her. And I don’t recall letting her in.”His mouth parted slightly, eyes narrowing with a flicker of disbelief. “Who was?”“Your daughter,” I said through gritted teeth, biting back the instinct to shout louder than I already had. “Your wild, wandering daughter who thinks she can barge into other people’s private spaces without asking.”“I—” He blinked, shaking his head slightly. “You’re saying she was in your quarters? Just now?”“Yes. Now. This morning. I woke up to

ALEJANDROMeandra had fainted.I reached her room within minutes, my steps quick and uneven, heart thudding with a growing sense of dread. The door was already ajar, and as I stepped inside, the sight that met me made my breath catch.She was lying motionless on her bed, her limbs limp, her face pale and drawn as if all her life had been drained from her. Her hair spilled across the pillow like a shadow, damp with sweat, and her chest rose and fell with slow, shallow breaths.A doctor met my gaze and spoke in a hushed voice, “She fainted. From fatigue... and hunger, we think. She hasn’t eaten properly in days.”The words struck harder than I expected. Fatigue and starvation.How long had she been pushing herself past the edge, ignoring her own needs, hiding the signs until her body gave out? I moved closer, slowly, carefully, as if any sudden movement might shatter the stillness in the room.Her hands, folded limply on her stomach, looked thinner than I remembered. There were faint tr

ALEJANDROEverything went by so fast, from finding out the pregnancy was fake–A carefully woven lie to trap me into a marriage I never wanted to the next feast where I would reveal what I had discovered and the fate of Jasquire and Malachi who had created this lie. Meandra stood beside me, her posture confident despite the nerves I knew fluttered beneath her calm exterior. She wore the finest gown, dyed a deep violet that complimented the richness of her skin, and adorned with gold jewelry.Her wrists jingled when she walked, and her ears glittered with emeralds. She was no longer the girl others looked past. She stood as the woman I loved, radiant and deserving.I took her hand before everyone, holding it openly for the first time. Gasps rippled through the hall, but I stood firm.“Welcome everyone,” I began, voice carrying clear, “I come before you as a man ready to correct a wrong that should never have existed.I had long believed myself bound by duty. Bound to marry Jasquire un