Semua Bab From Chains To Crown: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Emily’s POVI must look for answers. That mark on the prince’s chest — the exact same birthmark as mine — is no coincidence. I’ve stared at it in the mirror since I was a child, always wondering what it meant. Now, I’ve seen it again… on someone else. A prince, no less. And Ethan, trying to brush it off as a mere tattoo, only deepened my suspicion.No… I can’t let this go. I need to speak to my parents. Only they can tell me the truth.I paced back and forth in my room, my fingers nervously tapping against my thighs. The gown I wore still smelled faintly of roses from the party. My hair was loose, falling in soft waves, and my cheeks were flushed from both the excitement and the strange tension that had followed the discovery.Ethan said it was nothing. But why would he lie?I grabbed the small ring box from the table, opening it to stare at the engagement ring once again. It was stunning. A silver band, encrusted with a single sapphire that shimmered like water under moonlight. But r

I scrambled to my feet, my eyes scanning every corner of the dusty, suffocating apartment. Fear clawed at my chest, but desperation gave me purpose. I needed to get out. I needed to survive — for myself, for my unborn child, and for Ethan.My eyes landed on an old wooden box tucked under a rickety table. I rushed over, dust clouding the air as I pulled it into the light. It creaked open with a hesitant groan, and inside was a small collection of forgotten things: a leather-bound diary, a picture frame wrapped in yellowing cloth, some keys on a rusted ring, and a bundle of old clothes — including tiny, delicate newborn garments.My hands trembled as I reached for the photo. Peeling the cloth away, my breath caught in my throat. My parents — my parents — stood in the corner of the image, younger, smiling nervously. But beside them stood a Royal family. The only face I recognized instantly was Prince Wilson — the same young man with the identical birthmark as mine. He looked younger, ba

Damien’s POVI returned minutes later with Valentina trailing behind, her arms full of cleaning supplies. My steps quickened as we approached the room. Something felt off — like a silence too loud.I pushed open the door.Empty.“No…” I whispered, stepping in slowly. And Emily… vanished.The room looked untouched. The doorframe wasn’t broken. The lock was intact. She didn’t force her way out.“How did she get out?” I muttered, moving toward the window. But that was still shut and nailed from the inside.“She found the key,” Valentina said quietly behind me. “She must’ve found a key.”My jaw clenched. Rage bubbled inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. I swung my fist at the wall and left a deep dent.“Damn it!” I growled.“Where would she go?” Valentina asked cautiously.I paced the room like a caged beast. “She won’t go back to Ethan. If she had, he wouldn’t have come asking for her earlier. No, she went somewhere else. Somewhere with no answers. “What do we do now?”I turned, br

Emily’s POVHe is hiding something…That was all I could think about as I watched Wilson’s stiff posture, his clenched fists, and the way his eyes darkened every time our father mentioned me.“Wilson, announce to the neighboring kingdoms that the missing princess is back and will be given her throne,” King Thorne said gently, seated proudly in the throne room. “The kingdom deserves to rejoice with us.”My heart fluttered. My throne. The people would know. It felt surreal — overwhelming.Wilson didn’t share the sentiment.“I’m not announcing anything, Dad!” he snapped, turning on his heel and storming out of the throne room.“Hmm. He’s acting childish. Like a wounded boy,” my father muttered, sighing. “I will make the announcement myself.”I swallowed, unsure how to feel. Every joyful moment in this palace came with a shadow — and that shadow was always Wilson.Hours Later – My ChambersThe atmosphere had changed since the announcement.Mom had assigned several palace attendants to get

Emily's POVThe crown still felt foreign on my head, the weight of it pressing down like all the burdens I’d carried these past months. I stood at the palace balcony after the coronation, the cheers of the people still echoing in the air. Lanterns danced across the night sky, and the moon cast a gentle silver glow over the entire kingdom. It should have been perfect.But I felt his presence before I saw him.Damien.I turned slowly to face him as he stepped into the royal corridor, his posture tense, his expression unreadable. He was dressed in formal attire — dark embroidered robes that suited his princely status — but his eyes, when they met mine, held something raw. Something desperate.“Emily,” he said quietly, as though saying my name would erase all the pain he caused.I folded my hands before me. “Prince Damien.”He flinched at the distance in my tone.“You’re the princess,” he said, as if still trying to process it. “All this time… I treated you like —”“Like a slave?” I inter