All Chapters of Bratty Prince And The Bodyguard : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Kieran's POV:I looked at him, I mean, I really looked. His steady eyes, the small curve of his lips that always threatened a smirk, the way he held me in his gaze like nothing else in the world mattered. “No,” I said honestly. Adrien tilted his head. “Do you want to take it back?” “Not a single second.” Adrien chuckled, then his voice dropped, quiet and sincere. “Are you happy? Now that we are open?” I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I turned to him, crawled into his lap, my legs bracketing his thighs. His hands instinctively slid around my waist. I traced the line of his jaw with my finger, eyes locked on his. “You mean now that the world knows the crown prince is head-over-heels in love with his bodyguard-turned-billionaire-heartthrob?” He raised a brow. “That’s quite the title.” “It’s trending.” “Is it?” “Yes. Under #RoyallyFucked.” "Well, that's accurate." He leaned in, his voice softer now. “So? Happy?” I let my forehead press against his, breathing him in. Famil

Kieran's POV:Bernard stared at me, silent now. “You buried him before he ever died.” He said nothing. But I could see something flicker behind his eyes, was it guilt? Remorse? Or just the recognition that I had finally seen the full scope of his rot? “You were there the day we found him,” I said. “You hugged me. You said you were sorry. You said you loved him.” I swiped at my face, wiping the tears with the back of my hand. “You lied to my face,” I said. “And I let you.” Bernard finally stood, shackles clinking. He walked slowly closer to the glass wall, then leaned against them as if they were the back of a podium and he was preparing to give a speech. “You want to know why I did it?” he asked. “Why I bankrupted your kingdom? Why did I sell secrets? Why do I put a blade through the back of everything your family built?” He smiled faintly. “Because power is the only thing worth anything,” he said. “Because you didn’t choose this life. I did. And because the world doesn’t reme

Kieran's POV: It was just past six when I barged into Adrien’s home office like I owned the place. Because, well, I sort of did. Or at least, I owned the right to interrupt whenever I damn well pleased.He was sitting at his desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, eyes glued to the screen in front o

Kieran's POV:“You speak with great faith in him,” my mother finally said, the edges of her mouth twitching upward. “I do,” Adrien replied, sliding his hand behind my back with a warmth I hadn’t realized I needed. “Because I have seen him in rooms where men have begged. But he doesn’t fold. He leads.” My father gave a grunt that might’ve been approval. And my mother, to her credit, only nodded. “That’s good to hear.” I swallowed. My jaw clenched tighter than I wanted to admit, and I looked away for a beat before clearing my throat. “We are not in a hurry for that,” I said quietly. “The future will come when it does.” She placed a hand on my shoulder as we stepped out of the dining room. “I know, sweetheart. But the world is watching. And you are both leaders now. They will always ask whether it’s fair or not.” “I have been asked worse,” I muttered. “Like when the press wanted to know if I cried at the coronation because of ‘emotional growth’ or just the humidity.” Adrien snorted

Adrien's POV: He grabbed my shirt, dragging me toward the bed with a grin that was far too self-assured. He pushed me, not hard, but enough to get his point across. I landed on the mattress with a laugh. “Alright then,” I said, folding my hands behind my head, amused. “Impress me, prince.” He climbed over me, straddling my hips. “I plan to.” The next few minutes were a blur of heat. His hands roamed like he had been fantasizing about this all night. His kisses were possessive, deep as it left no room to breathe. He pressed me into the mattress, his thigh pushing between mine, grinding and coaxing sounds out of me I didn’t mean to give. But then he started really testing his limits. Kieran slid a hand down my chest, nails scratching slightly, and muttered against my neck, “You look better beneath me than I imagined.” I laughed hard. “Bold words, your highness.” “I am not done,” he warned, dragging his teeth across my jaw. “You better stay still.” “Or what?” He nipped my collar