Semua Bab Bratty Prince And The Bodyguard : Bab 131 - Bab 140

Kieran's POV:“And how much did he cost you?” Father hissed. “Or maybe he did it all for free? He let you suck him and you gave him a promotion?” “Stop it.” “Or what? You gonna cry?” he mocked. “You gonna run to your boy toy and hide in his arms again?” I felt it then. The snap. The break. The urge to fucking slash myself. The rage that had been waiting behind my ribs, just barely restrained. “I am not doing this with you,” I said, low. “You don’t get to talk about him like that.” “You think you are in love?” he sneered. “You think this ends in a fairytale?” I bit my tongue. “You are a disgrace,” he said. “To the bloodline. To your title and to us.” And that was the final blow. I could not speak. I have never been ashamed of myself, and I am never going to regret loving Adrien. Period. When I got together with him, I knew what I was bringing upon myself. Then his voice was quieter but meaner. “I want you on the next flight back.” “I am not-” “I said now,” he barked. “P

Kieran's POV: “This isn’t about the pictures.” “Then what is it about?” I demanded. “Because I care about him? Because we kissed?” “Because the world is watching,” he said. “And because you are not just a boy in love. You are a prince. And princes have responsibilities.” “I have spent my whole life pretending,” I said. “I smiled when I wanted to scream. I went to events I hated. I kept my mouth shut even when everything inside me was dying.” “And now you have invited scandal into this palace.” “I didn’t invite anything. We were followed.” The king stood slowly. “The damage is done. The press is already tearing this family apart. But that, I can fix.” I narrowed my eyes. “How?” “You cooperate,” he said. “You stay away from Adrien. Deny everything. Say the photos are edited. Say it was taken out of context.” “You want me to lie?” “I want you to survive this,” he said coldly. I didn’t reply. “And Adrien?” I asked, after a beat. “What happens to him then?” The king looked at

Adrien's POV: That wiped the smirk off his face. “I know,” he said after a beat. “I just… I did not like seeing you like that.” I looked away, silent. “You were staring into the night like it had all the answers,” he said softly. “Thought I would bring you something better.” “I do not want tea.” He paused, then stepped closer again. The quiet between us stretched, tight and trembling like the strings of a bow. The weight of everything pressed down again, hard and cold. “Do not,” I whispered. His brows pulled together. “Do not what?” “Do not pretend like it is not happening. You are going on that date.” “I did not ask for it.” “But you are still going.” “I have to,” he said, softer now. “You know I have to.” My chest ached. “She will fall for you.” He gave me a sideways glance. “And you think I will fall for her?” “I do not know,” I muttered. “You have always been good at pretending.” He flinched like I had slapped him. “That is not fair.” I swallowed, regret creeping

Kieran's POV: The air turned thin. Bernard nearly dropped his stylus. “Your Highness-” “It’s alright,” Celeste said quietly. I was doing a fantastic job. Truly. Meanwhile, I could feel Adrien’s presence like a pulse in my skin. I kept sneaking glances out of the corner of my eye, like a coward. His expression was unreadable, but his body was tense. Back straight, jaw sharp, hands clasped behind him like he had welded them there. He wasn’t looking at me. Meanwhile, Bernard looked like he was praying for the ground to swallow us whole. “I am sorry this isn’t what you hoped,” she said after a while. I shook my head. “You don’t need to apologize.” “It’s our first meeting,” she continued. “And I think we both knew before tonight that this wasn’t going to be easy.” I gave her a tired smile. “You have handled it better than I have.” “I have had more practice,” she said with a small shrug. “I was told from a young age what kind of man I’d marry. What kind of face to wear. What kind

Adrien's POV: He looked at me like I was something dangerous. Something reckless. And maybe I was. Because for the first time in days, I felt alive. “You always think the world bends for you,” I said. “You believe love, duty, grief everything will shape itself to your rebellion.” He laughed, breathless. “That is rich. Coming from you.” “You stand behind me like a statue, do nothing until you get me alone,” he said. “Then you act like I am the one pretending.” “I stand behind you,” I said, “because I know if I move forward, I will never be able to stop.” The air between us pulsed. “You think this is easy for me?” I asked. “Watching you walk into chaos over and over. Knowing I cannot stop you. Knowing I am just the bodyguard who will be blamed if you fall.” He blinked, stunned. I gripped his face again not gently. “I will not stand beside another throne built for someone who wants to be anywhere but on it.” His lips parted, but I kissed him before he could speak. He melted. H