All Chapters of Forbidden To Love: A Royal Sin : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The chandeliers above the grand hall glow like captured stars as the royal trumpets sound my arrival. My heart beats faster, but my steps remain poised and graceful. Ursula walks by my right, composed as ever, while my school instructors follow behind in elegant formation, each dressed in pieces designed by our students.The moment I step into the hall, a ripple moves through the audience. The murmur of admiration blends with the symphony playing softly in the background. Faces from Aerithia’s elite fill the grand seats; ministers, nobles, councilmen, ambassadors, and fashion icons from across the world. Pierre Laurent himself sits at the center of the designers’ row, his sharp French elegance impossible to miss.And then, there he is, Ron. Seated with his brothers, dressed in a deep blue ceremonial suit, his gaze finds mine almost instantly. He winks, a small, confident smile tugging his lips. I can’t help the faint smile that answers back. Somewhere deep inside, I hope it means peac

He steps quietly into my chamber, closing the door behind him. For a while, neither of us speaks. He stands near the doorway, hands clasped behind him, shoulders tense but composed. His calmness almost hides the exhaustion in his eyes. “You didn’t have to come,” I manage, my voice low.“I had to,” he says simply. His tone is quiet and deliberate. “And it doesn’t change anything anymore. Everyone has an opinion already. Whatever we do henceforth won’t change it.”I look away, my throat tight. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.”“Don’t blame yourself,” Gregory says softly. “You spoke your truth. And whatever you decided, someone was bound to be hurt.” His voice dips lower, steadier. “It was either him or me.”Silence fills the room again, thick as the perfume of the candles. My heart twists.“I didn’t plan on leading him on like he said,” I whisper. “I just… I got close to him to divert attention from us.”“I know,” he says.When I finally dare to meet his eyes, he’s closer, near enough that

I’ve had enough of hiding and feeling sorry for myself. It’s time to step out again, to face people and pretend I’m fine even if I’m not.I dress up quietly and take a walk through the garden. The fresh air feels strange after so many days indoors. I tell myself I’ll just walk a bit and return before anyone notices.But as I pass the lower garden, I hear voices. Vivian’s voice, sharp and shaky and Gregory’s, low and tense.I stop behind the hedge.“Just answer me, Gregory,” Vivian says, her tone tight with anger. “Is there something more going on between you and Christie?”Gregory sounds stunned. “Do you even hear yourself? How can you ask me that?”“Why not?” she shoots back. “People are talking, and honestly, the way you two act around each other, it’s too much! I’ve noticed it for too long, Gregory. It’s eating me up inside.”Gregory steps closer to her. His voice is calm but cold. “Christie is my kid sister and my only sibling. We grew up together and schooled together. We’re clos

Kian’s words from the court session won’t leave my head.“...Maybe it’s time we stop hiding behind old worlds and old secrets.”He said it so calmly, with that smug half-smile of his, watching Father’s expression tighten. Everyone in the hall went still. The words had a sting. It was deliberate and precise, like he was striking somewhere he knew it would hurt.But what secret was he talking about?All evening, I can’t stop thinking about it.What does he know for sure ?Does he know about my true identity or about Gregory and me?I pace my chamber, heart hammering. Kian has always been reckless with his tongue, but that felt different. It felt… aimed.He’s Julia’s son. And Julia knew everything.If Julia knew then, what if he knows too?My stomach twists. Maybe Kian has been holding onto it, waiting for the right moment to use it, to wound Gregory, or worse, Father.I press my palms to my face, willing the thought away.“No,” I whisper to myself. “He can’t know. He wouldn’t dare.”But

The days we work together are the brightest for me. They remind me of our teenage years; the stolen glances, the long walks around the garden and the way we would laugh over nothing and yet say everything with our eyes. Working with Gregory again feels like finding a lost part of myself.Even though we don’t talk about our feelings anymore, I know they are there, quietly breathing between every word and every shared glance. Sometimes I catch myself smiling for no reason, and I know it’s because of him.I’ve missed this- us- even if it’s only through work and long hours in the solarium.This morning, I wake up lighter. I dress simply and walk to the solarium early. The air smells of fresh roses from the courtyard, and sunlight spills gently through the glass ceiling. I sit down to wait for him, pretending to read through some documents though my mind drifts elsewhere.When Gregory finally walks in, he looks calm as always, carrying a few papers.“Good morning,” he says with a soft smil