Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bratty Prince And The Bodyguard : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Kieran's POV: "Of course." She patted my shoulder, "But I want you to take care of yourself first. You look like a mess." She looked concerned about me. I looked at her then. There was something in her expression, this mix of worry and affection that I didn’t realize I needed so badly. “I trust you,” I said after a moment. “So much that I am sharing all of this with you. Only you and Adrien know the full truth.” Her eyes softened. “If anything ever happens to me-” “No,” she cut in sharply, placing her hand on my chest to stop me. “Nothing is going to happen to you.” Her voice had so much certainty in it, that it settled in me, giving me strength to get by. I swallowed. “Thank you,” I murmured. We sat in silence for a while before I ran my hand through my hair and cleared my throat. “I… I am going away for a while,” I admitted quietly. She turned to me, brows lifting with soft curiosity. “Where?” “With Adrien,” I said. “We are going somewhere quiet. I don't exactly know t

Adrien’s POV: We spent the rest of the day settling in. There wasn’t much to unpack. A few clothes. Books. His sketchbook. My camera. Some groceries we picked up before the ferry. The kitchen was tiny but warm, the kind of place that felt made for slow mornings and barefoot nights. “Let's go. I will cook lunch for you,” I said suddenly and pulled the ingredients out of the bags. “You are cooking?” he asked, voice full of suspicion. I looked over my shoulder. “I cook.” He raised a brow. “Since when?” “Since always. You just never noticed.” I paused, "Or because you were too busy being pampered by palace chefs.” “You don’t know how to cook at all?” I said, looking at him this time, "I mean, I thought that the royals knew how to do everything." "I am not one of those perfect royals." He pursed his lips in a thin line and I could not stop myself from smiling. He stepped closer and grabbed a tomato, inspecting it like it was a rare artifact. “And FYI, I once tried cooking and a

Kieran's POV: The beach was quiet.Only the sound of waves crashing filled the silence inside my head. I was standing barefoot, my toes buried in the wet sand. The cold wind kept slapping against my face. It was sharp, but I liked it. It made me feel something. I didn’t care that my hair was a mess

Kieran's POV: "And what if one day I will have to marry someone? As a Crown Prince my first duty is to bear an heir.. will you accept it?" I asked and he did not look away. However, I could feel the crack beneath his calm expressions. His grip on my wrist tightened, not painfully, but like he was trying to hold onto something that was slipping. My question hung in the air like it was something ugly. He did not look at me with anger or sadness but with a kind of quiet devastation that made it hard for me to breathe. Then he said, quietly but with sharp finality, “I won’t pretend, Kieran. I would hate to share you with anyone else.” My breath caught. “You are too precious to be shared.” “You are not some treasure for the kingdom to pass around like an heirloom,” he continued, his brows furrowing as he struggled to keep his voice even. “You are mine. And not in some possessive, shallow way. But in the way that my heart… it doesn’t beat the same when you’re not near. You matter

Kieran's POV: “Show me,” I breathed, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck. Adrien moved his hands slowly on my body, tracing the muscles of my stomach. My body trembled as his fingers explored every inch. I leaned into his touch, wanting more, needing more. His skin was warm, his touch sure. His eyes locked on mine, filled with fire. “You are mine tonight,” he said softly, but with a promise I couldn’t ignore. I gasped as he slid his hand lower, brushing against the waistband of my shorts. My breath hitched, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss. The world around us disappeared. There was only us, two bodies, two hearts beating wildly. Adrien’s lips left mine for a moment to trail kisses down my neck. I tilted my head back, giving him better access. His mouth was soft but urgent, sucking gently on the sensitive skin there. I moaned low, unable to hold back. “Adrien,” I whispered, my hands now roaming his back, feeling every curve, eve