All Chapters of From Chains To Crown: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I left the garden in a daze, my heart pounding violently against my chest like a drum signaling an incoming storm. Tears stung my eyes, and I didn’t bother wiping them as they streamed down my cheeks. By the time I reached my room, I could barely breathe. I collapsed onto my bed, hugging myself tightly as if that would somehow hold together the pieces of my breaking heart.The emotions crashing through me were too many, too fast — regret, guilt, confusion, and above all, pain. Pain from hearing Valentina’s words. Pain from knowing how much Damien had changed. Pain from remembering how much he had hurt me in the past. And now, the worst of it all — pain from realizing a part of me still cared.Why? Why did I have to feel like this?I sobbed into my pillow until it soaked through, my body trembling with the weight of everything I had carried since the day I was sold into slavery. I hated this feeling. I hated that Damien’s name still had any power over my heart.But it did.And that ter

The next morning, I was seated in the royal dining hall, a silver fork poised over my breakfast, but I had barely taken two bites. The table was filled with lavish dishes — golden pancakes soaked in honey, sliced strawberries arranged in neat circles, grilled meat seasoned to perfection, and a tall glass of orange juice with a mint leaf dancing at the rim. Yet, nothing appealed to me. My thoughts swirled like a hurricane — violent, loud, and unrelenting.Was Wilson involved too?Since the coronation, I hadn’t seen him, not even in the hallways. Could he be part of Ethan’s plan? Or did he disappear out of guilt for everything he did to me in the past?I pushed my plate away and rose. I had to clear my head.I went to my mother’s room and found her seated by the balcony, drinking herbal tea, the sky behind her painted in soft lavender hues.“Good morning, daughter,” she said with a smile.“Good morning, Mom,” I replied softly.She raised her brow at my tone, but didn’t press. “Is someth

Emily’s POVThe moment the door shut behind my father and Wilson, a chill swept through me. Their voices still echoed in my ears like a curse I couldn’t escape."We’re going to the hospital to remove the pregnancy."I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling in my lap. The faint golden light from the chandelier flickered above, casting warped shadows across the marble floors. This palace was supposed to be my refuge. Instead, it had become a gilded cage.How could my own father — after all I had endured — decide that erasing my child was the solution?I slowly pressed a hand against my lower abdomen, feeling the tiny swell that had only recently begun to form.No.I wouldn’t let them take this child from me. This baby — mine and Damien’s — was not a mistake. It was my strength, my hope, my reason to keep breathing when everything else felt like ashes. It was the proof that I had survived the chains, the pain, the betrayal.I could not — would not — allow them to strip me

**********The royal dining hall was opulent tonight, a scene fit for portraits — if not for the dark intentions simmering beneath the glitter. Gold-rimmed chandeliers bathed the table in soft light, illuminating jeweled goblets and silver platters laden with food. King Thorne sat at the head, draped in his red and gold ceremonial robe. To his right sat Ethan, his features calm but his thoughts sharp as razors. Wilson lounged opposite him, unusually quiet.Ethan's temple throbbed, not from the wound hidden beneath his carefully combed hair, but from anticipation. Everything was set.He glanced toward the grand doors just as they opened. Rosalyn, the private palace chef he had manipulated through Wilson, entered with a silver tray. On it, a single porcelain bowl of steaming king’s broth — herbs, marrow, and carefully concealed poison.She curtsied low, never lifting her eyes.“Tonight’s special for Your Majesty,” she said. “Prepared with the rarest blue basil and lunar root.”King Thor

Third person POVEmily froze where she stood.The mop clattered from her hands as she slowly turned around, heart pounding in her chest like a war drum.There, standing in the doorway of the ruined house, was Damien — his cloak dusted from travel, hair wind-tossed, a thin scar freshly visible on his cheek. Behind him stood a single royal guard, his posture alert, hand resting on the hilt of his sword.Emily's lips parted in disbelief. Her breath caught. Of all the people she expected to see here in Kelero… he was not amoung.“What… what are you doing here?” she asked, her voice thick with confusion and anger. “And how did you know I was here?”Damien stepped forward into the dim light of the house, his eyes sweeping across the broken furniture, the stained floors, the signs of chaos left behind.“I could ask you the same,” he said, voice low. “You disappeared. No one knew where you went. Emily crossed her arms over her chest defensively. “I didn’t have a choice. Everything was crumbl