All Chapters of Tempting the Wrong Prince: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Cassandra’s Point Of ViewWhen Queen Ivana asked to speak to me in private, the room didn’t feel like it had space left for air.My mother’s eyes had widened, anxious and pleading at once, as if she wanted to grab my arm and whisper don’t go, because in this palace, private conversations were rarely private. They were cages with velvet walls. They were traps with polished floors.My father’s face had remained calm, but I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders stiffened like he was bracing to step between us if Ivana tried to strike.And me?I felt strangely… steady.Not because I wasn’t afraid.I was.But because I’d reached that point where fear stopped being useful. Fear had lived in me for too long. Fear had kept me quiet when I should have spoken. Fear had made me swallow insults until they fermented into bitterness.Fear had almost turned me into a ghost of myself.And I was done.So I forced my voice into something even.“Of course, Your Majesty,” I said.Ivana’

Cassandra’s Point Of ViewIvana wiped her tears with sharp movements, as if punishing herself for crying. Her face tightened again, pride rushing back like armour being strapped on.Then her gaze narrowed.And she was suddenly angry.“You’re lying,” she hissed.I stared at her.Ivana stepped closer, her voice rising.“If you don’t have a phone,” she snapped, “then how were you able to get your folks to safety?”The accusation was immediate.She didn’t ask because she wanted to understand.She asked because she needed a reason to hate me again.I didn’t even blink.“That was Arden and Richard’s doing,” I said. “I never spoke to them. They chose to help.”Ivana froze.The surprise on her face was real this time.Her brows lifted slightly, and her mouth parted.“Arden and Richard,” she repeated slowly, like the idea didn’t fit in her mind. “Together?”“Yes,” I said simply.Ivana stared at me for a long beat.Then her eyes narrowed again, but this time with suspicion that felt… dirty.Her

Richard’s Point Of ViewEverything became necessary when you lived inside politics. Everything became a calculation, even the act of saving innocent people from a mob.We took our seats.The murmurs continued around us, but my focus narrowed.Because I knew what was coming.Ivana.I felt her before I saw her.The air always shifted when she entered a space, like people unconsciously braced themselves. A queen who ruled through pressure was not a woman who walked lightly.She swept in through the side entrance reserved for royals, surrounded by aides and guards. Her outfit was flawless. Her expression composed. Her posture rigid.But her eyes,I saw the puffiness again, even here under bright chandeliers. I saw the faint redness at the edges.She had been crying.Whether from anger or fear or humiliation, I didn’t know.But I did know one thing: her tears didn’t change what she had done.The moment she spotted me, her face tightened, and then she moved toward me quickly.Too quickly.A

Arden’s Point Of ViewThe King’s fury didn’t explode in court.It simmered there, behind his clenched jaw, behind the stiff way he held his shoulders, behind the way his fingers kept pressing into his temple like he could crush the headache into submission. He wore restraint in front of ministers and cameras because monarchs were trained to do that: to hold storms behind their ribs until the doors closed.But the moment the session ended, I felt the shift.The air in the palace corridors tightened. Guards became more alert. Aides moved faster, speaking in clipped phrases into earpieces and glancing up like they were tracking more than schedules. Even the chandelier-lit hallways felt colder, like the walls had learned to anticipate the next outburst.Richard walked beside me as we left the court chamber, his face set in that rigid calm he’d been wearing since last night. Sebastien followed a step behind, composed as always, but his eyes were sharp. They kept scanning, as if he expected

Arden’s Point Of ViewThere was a pause.“Big ask,” the voice said. “Belmont servers are fortified.”“I know,” I said. “That’s why I’m calling you.”Another voice chimed in on speaker, laughing softly.“Look at that,” he said. “The prince needs us.”“Less talk,” I snapped, even though I couldn’t help the faint edge of humour that tried to surface in my tone. “More work.”The first voice hummed.“You want legal dirt or dirty dirt?” he asked.“Anything,” I said. “But it has to be solid.”A third voice joined, quieter, sharper.“Timeline?” he asked.“Now,” I said.A chuckle.“Alright,” the first voice said. “Send us what you have. Contacts. Emails. Anything. We’ll dig.”“I’ll forward details,” I said, already moving to my laptop.“Payment?” the second voice asked, teasing.“You’ll be paid,” I said flatly.The third voice spoke again, calm.“Consider it done,” he said.The call ended.I sat still for a beat, staring at the wall.This was where we were now.Princes calling hackers.Kings b