All Chapters of Bratty Prince And The Bodyguard : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.I took a shaky breath, blinking back the sting behind my eyes. I couldn’t afford to lose composure now.“I could have you arrested or even executed. Do you realize how serious this is?” I pointed to the monitors, to the surveillance files spread a

Adrien's POV: "Adrien." Someone tugged on my sleeve, making me realize that I am not alone with this piece of shit here. "Don't kill him," he whispered. He sounded like he wasn’t sure where he was. Or who he was. That single tear that slipped from his eye shattered every bone in my chest. I glanced at him and found him sitting on his knees, his voice barely audible while his eyes, they looked so fucking empty that it scared the shit out of me. "Don't." A drop of tear left his eye. I cursed under my breath and got up. Right now, I did not care who I am and who Kieran is. I just hugged him. I hugged him so hard that I was practically squeezing him but I needed to feel him. I needed to feel his warmth and to know that he is here with me. However, he did not hug me back, He sat motionless on the floor, letting me do whatever I wished to feel better. This is not right. This is not how it should be. I looked around the secret room and found so much there. Pictures of Kieran everywher

Adrien's POV: I went to get some tea and snacks for him because he did not have anything since yesterday. I softly placed the tray on the side table and wondered how to wake him up. It was like he read my dilemma and stirred up, before opening up his big and beautiful blue eyes. When he looked at me with them, I had a feeling of being blessed with a life again. Like I just had a near death experience and was brought back to life. I smiled brightly, "Good morning. I got your favourite lavender with orange peel mix for you." I informed him and poured some of it in the cup. Kieran did not take his eyes off me, "I know, I am handsome. You do not have to look at me like this." I have never been the flirting type. But with him, I guess I am changing and I am not hating this change. In fact, I am looking forward to it. "You have a subtle scar from the time I hit you with the decoration piece." He said something totally unexpected. I glanced at him, he looked better than before. Althoug

Kieran's POV: His words cracked something wide open in me. For so long, people had touched me for what they wanted from me, from my body, from my status. And I had given in, because resisting always led to punishment. But Adrien was different. He wanted me to want him. My eyes burned. “I have never…” I began, then faltered. “I don’t know how to be held without breaking.” Adrien’s thumb brushed under my eye, catching another tear. “Then break,” he murmured. “I will hold you anyway.” And I did. I cried harder than I ever have. All the tormenting pain that I have been feeling since yesterday, I let it pour out. Adrien didn’t speak. He didn’t hush me or try to make it better with empty words. He just held me. He let me cry into his shoulder, his arms slowly wrapping around me, warm and secure. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the faint scent of cedar and soap. His hand stroked the back of my head, assuring me that he is here for me. When my sobs finally

Kieran's POV: Mom looked between us, her brows knitting gently. She always noticed more than she said. Her lips parted, as if she was going to say something else, but then she paused and nodded. “Alright,” she said, her voice tighter than before. “Of course.” I felt Adrien’s hand brush against mine as I sat down again. He remained standing, close yet discreet. "What happened to the times when you did not want him as your guard?" My father entered the room, he must have heard me as I told my mother that Adrien is staying with me. He reminded me of the times when I hated to be under surveillance. But things have changed now. I can't breathe when he is not in front of my eyes. I looked at Adrien, who stood by the wall like he didn’t belong to this scene at all, yet somehow kept everything together. I turned back to my father, inhaled deeply, and replied, “I needed space back then. I thought I could handle things alone. But the truth is, I wasn’t handling anything. I was just runnin