All Chapters of Bratty Prince And The Bodyguard : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Kieran's POV:His words crumbled. “She… slit her throat.” I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the tear roll off my jaw. “She smiled at me,” he choked out. “Like she was finally free.” And then he broke just like a child. Like every part of him that had been held together by stone just crumbled into dust. I pulled him into me, arms tight, hands running through his hair as he sobbed into my neck. If you would have told me when I first met Adrien Vale.. the cold, quiet, dangerous bodyguard, that he could cry like this, I wouldn’t have believed it. But here he was. Big. Strong. Broken. Just like me. I kissed his forehead, my fingers in his hair, my chest aching. “I am so fucking sorry,” I whispered. “I am so, so sorry.” He gripped me tighter. Like if he let go, he would fall apart again. “I ran,” he said after a long silence. “I ran like she told me and went to my aunt. She took me in. She was kind and supported me with everything. However, my past continued to haunt me." H

Kieran's POV: Joseph blinked. Once. Twice. Then, very slowly, he adjusted his glasses like they personally offended him and said, “Thank you, Your Highness, for painting that image into my brain before breakfast. That’s going to haunt me all day.” I smirked. “You asked how I was. Don’t blame me for being honest.” “I asked out of obligation. Not curiosity,” he deadpanned, walking ahead like he was trying to outpace the mental trauma. “Next time, try skipping the small talk,” I called after him, chuckling as I caught up and stepped inside the car. Joseph also settled next to me. "Trust me, I am never going to ask you that." He looked at me like he had seen a ghost. Adrien once told me that I have no filter, I guess he was right. Especially after seeing Joseph's reaction. "It would have been so good if I wasn't summoned now." I exhaled through my mouth, "My beautiful morning is ruined. Now I get to walk into a room full of arrogant old men who would rather burn the kingdom than

Kieran's POV: God. He didn’t even blink when he said it. Just stared at me like I was worth everything and I looked away. My throat burned. Sometimes, his words hit harder than anything the council could ever throw at me. Because Adrien didn’t sugarcoat things. He didn’t tell me what I wanted to hear. He told me what I needed. And I needed this and of course, him. His belief. His loyalty. His presence. Everything. “I still think you are biased,” I said, trying to break the heaviness of the moment. Adrien smirked. “Biased? Probably. But I am not wrong.” I narrowed my eyes on him. “You always have to get the last word, don’t you?” He leaned in, our noses nearly brushing. “Only when I am right.” I groaned. “I hate you.” He chuckled, and for a moment, the world was quiet again. But then I felt it. The weight. That creeping, gnawing feeling returning to my chest like iron claws digging in from the inside. My shoulders sagged a little as I leaned back into the couch. Suddenly I w

Adrien's POV:“I can’t tell him,” I said. “Adrien-” “Not yet.” I told him, "I am not ready for it. Furthermore, he is still not over about Noah's death,” I whispered. “You weren’t there. You didn’t see his face when he found out what happened to him exactly and who did it. I thought I was saving him. But in the end, I failed him. I could not do anything to help him. He is already barely holding on. I don’t want to be another problem for him to deal with.” “I get that. But maybe you should talk to him first. Explain it to him.” He suggested and it made me hesitate. I wanted to. God, I wanted to tell him the whole thing about myself, but I don't know how. I stayed silent, and Win sighed. “Okay,” he said. “Then at least let me give you something else. Some information you are going to want before you talk to the King.” I frowned. “What?” There was a long pause on the line. And then Win’s voice dropped into something serious. “I have been digging into the companies that recently

Adrien's POV: “So you think I should trust you? Let a man I barely know take a stake in the most vulnerable part of my kingdom?” He paused, "Also, does Kieran know about this?" Suddenly he looked worried. “I don’t expect blind trust,” I said. “I am just asking you to listen and no, Kieran does not know. I wanted you to be the first person to be aware of this.” The King stood and walked to the window, hands clasped behind his back. The light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting stripes across his back. “I know Kieran,” he said after a while. “He won’t accept your help. He will see it as pity. As interference and what you are trying to do is to challenge his trust further.” “I know,” I said quietly. “But I can’t just watch him fall apart.” The King turned to face me again, and this time, his voice was hard. “And I can’t let you buy your way into power.” That stung. But I remained composed. “I don’t want power,” I said. “If I did, I would have taken it long ago. I came to