Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

Phillip“Phillip, you must get a grip. Charging into war with King Sebastian over Olivia is madness. Valmore would crush us before we even had a chance to blink.”My uncle’s words buzzed in the air like a swarm of flies, but they didn’t stick. My head was too clouded with fury. Every nerve in me was on fire, my thoughts pounding like war drums.She was supposed to be mine. Promised to me since birth, a crown wrapped neatly into the bargain. Olivia was the key to everything I had been raised to claim. And then Sebastian had swooped in from nowhere, snatched her, and paraded her like a prize that should have been mine.My uncle’s voice cut through my storm again. He didn’t lecture this time. He only studied me, his gaze sharp, unreadable. “Do you even love her?” he asked, calm but piercing.For the briefest second, I froze. Love? No. Not even close. Olivia was spoiled, self-righteous, and nothing more than a stepping stone to the throne. I couldn’t stomach her arrogance, but admitting t

Olivia “Don’t leave me, Sebastian… please,” I sobbed, clutching his lifeless, blood-soaked body against mine. His skin was ice-cold, his chest unmoving, and I felt the world slip out from beneath me. I jolted awake with a strangled gasp, drenched in sweat, my lungs fighting for air. The room around me was still and silent, too silent, the shadows of the palace pressing in on me. But the fear clung like a second skin. That dream should have meant nothing—it was only a dream. Yet my chest burned as if it had carved itself into reality. I slid out of bed, my bare feet brushing against the cold marble floor, my nightdress flowing around my ankles. My body moved before my mind could catch up, dragging me out of the room. I didn’t even know where I was going. His chambers? To do what? Watch him sleep? Or worse, discover another woman tangled in his sheets? The thought stung sharper than I wanted to admit. It made me sick. I shook my head furiously, whispering under my breath, “You don’

Sebastian After breakfast, we lingered in silence, the weight of unspoken thoughts pressing between us. I finally broke it. “What do you want to do next?” Her lips curved into a small smile. “I want you to paint me.” My brow arched. “Are you sure you can sit for hours without moving?” “I’ve been doing that my entire life,” she said softly. “I don’t think it will be a problem. Besides… I want to see what I look like through your eyes.” Her words landed like a blade to my chest. Simple. Gentle. But they shook me. I want to see what I look like through your eyes. She had no idea how much that meant. No one had ever asked me that—no one had ever wanted to see themselves through me. I wasn’t going to paint her the way the world saw her. Not as a princess, not as some fragile symbol locked in a gilded cage. With every stroke, I would give her what I saw: strength, fire, beauty that burned brighter than any crown. “Alright then,” I murmured, rising to my feet. She followed, her skirt

Sebastian Olivia... please don’t die on me. My heart was racing so fast in my chest as I held her bleeding body in my arms. She was out cold because of the kind of poison used in the arrow, and I knew how dangerous it was because of all my experience in wars. I was terrified, because if I didn’t get her back to the palace in time for it to be treated, she would die. And there was no way in hell I’m letting the only woman my heart beats for die. The arrows kept flying until it was dark, and I had to hold her and hide, waiting for it to stop—because I couldn’t face an entire army alone. The weight of her body in my arms felt like I was carrying the entire world. Her body pale and cold, her breathing slowing with every passing minute, and all I could think about was—not her. Anyone but her... please, I made a silent prayer. I pressed my forehead against hers. "Stay with me, Olivia... please... just stay." The forest suddenly became quiet, slowing down to an eerie silence, and th

Kaylee I stood in front of the mirror admiring all the dresses as I changed into them one after the other. Slowly I was starting to make her room mine. It was bigger and it was prettier than mine, so I would take it. She wasn’t coming back here again after all. She had so many expensive things that I couldn’t resist taking for myself, and after all, she’d had all kinds of things from when she was young, and I never had any. I used to beg for food to eat while she had more than enough, and even when she was gone, our father still never behaved himself. And finally, my father was about to take me to another kingdom, and I would finally be seen by other princes and princesses, and I would get the respect I deserved. I twirled in front of the mirror, the silk gown I had on hugging me in all the right places, accentuating my curves. I didn’t just feel like a princess—I felt like a queen. I still hated my father, but there was no way I would pass off this opportunity. I opened anot