All Chapters of Tempting the Wrong Prince: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

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201 When Hunger Learns to Explode 3

Cassandra’s POVMy mother let out a small, broken sound, like her lungs had forgotten how to work.Ivana’s face tightened into pure fury. “A bomb?” she hissed. “Inside my palace?”The aide didn’t flinch. “Yes, My Queen.”My father’s voice cut through the chaos, low but sharp. “There is no way the people that did that were normal citizens.”The aide glanced at him, surprised by the steadiness.My father’s eyes narrowed, scanning the faces, the urgency, the weapons. “How can hungry people have access to a bomb?”He didn’t phrase it like a question. He phrased it like an accusation against reality itself.And he was right.Hunger made people desperate, yes.But bombs were organised.Bombs required resources.Bombs required planning.Bombs required someone supplying.My father’s jaw tightened. “I sense outside interference,” he said, voice colder now. “Maybe someone trying to take advantage of the situation and cause harm to the royal family.”Ivana’s eyes flashed toward him, and for a se

Last Updated : 2026-02-26

202 When Hunger Learns to Explode 4

Cassandra’s POVI heard him exhale, like he’d been holding a breath he didn’t trust himself to release until he knew I was secure.“Good,” he said. “Stay there. Don’t leave until they clear everything.”“I won’t,” I whispered.Then Ivana moved.Fast.Too fast.She snatched the phone from my hand with the kind of reflex that came from entitlement, her eyes wide and frantic.Thinking it was Richard.She didn’t even wait for the person on the other side to speak.“Richard,” she said, voice breaking in a way I had never heard before. “I’m missing you. I’m sorry. Come home.”The room froze.Even the security aides paused, as if witnessing something forbidden.Ivana, Queen Ivana, apologising.Ivana, begging.It was so unnatural that for a second, my brain couldn’t process it.Then Arden spoke.Not harsh. Not mocking.Just… Arden.“Ivana,” he said evenly. “It’s Arden.”Ivana froze mid-breath.Her entire body locked.And in that split second, I saw it on her face, humiliation crashing into ra

Last Updated : 2026-02-26

203 When the Crown Starts to Crack

Arden’s POVThe first time I heard the word revolution said on television with a straight face, I felt something in my chest go cold, not from fear, exactly, but from recognition.Because I knew what it meant.Not the poetic version people posted online when they were angry and bored. Not the romanticised version in history documentaries where there was always a narrator to make it sound neat and inevitable.I meant the real thing.The kind that did not care whether you were guilty or innocent. The kind that did not ask permission. The kind that started with hunger and ended with fire.Richard and Sebastien were in the living room when the breaking-news banner slid across the screen again, red and aggressive like blood on white paper.“THE VALEMONTE’S HAVE FAILED US. WE NEED A REVOLUTION!”The footage was shaky. Phones in the hands of panicked citizens, guards forming a line, pieces of the palace gate twisted like torn metal. Graffiti sprayed on stone. Screaming. Running. The kind of

Last Updated : 2026-02-28

204 When the Crown Starts to Crack 2

Arden’s POVI moved to the bar counter near the patio and poured water for all three of us. Not alcohol, not yet. We needed clear heads.I carried the glasses over.Richard took his without looking at me.Sebastien drank half of his in one go.I sat last.For a few minutes, we did something that probably looked ridiculous considering what was happening outside these walls.We talked.Not about politics.Not about hunger.Not about Belmont.About childhood.About stupid fights.About the girls who used to have crushes on us back when we still looked like princes in storybooks and not men in a crisis.It started with Richard, oddly enough.He stared at the fountain for a while, then his mouth twitched, almost a smile, and he said, “Do you remember the girl who used to wait outside our school gates just to throw letters at you?”Sebastien’s eyebrows rose. “Which one?”Richard looked at him like he was insane. “Exactly. Which one. Arden had a fan club.”I rolled my eyes. “I was fifteen. I

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205 When the Crown Starts to Crack 3

Arden’s POVA Lavian official stood at a podium, face hard, voice shaking with fury as subtitles ran across the screen.They were demanding justice.They were blaming Roger Longman for sponsoring insurgency while selling ammunition, playing both sides, profiting off blood, destabilising neighbours for leverage.Richard leaned forward, eyes locked.Sebastien’s grin was sharp. “He’s finished.”I didn’t smile. Not yet.Because I knew how men like Roger responded when threatened.They didn’t collapse politely.They lashed out.But this was still good.This was the crack we needed.Minutes later, another country’s name started trending.Then another.Statements.Leaked documents referenced.Journalists smelling blood.Opposition voices rising.A pattern forming.Roger’s attention was turning away from us, forced to turn, because now his own image was at risk. His government’s survival was at risk. His allies would start questioning him, not because they cared about morality, but because th

Last Updated : 2026-02-28

206 When the Crown Starts to Crack 4

Arden’s POVWe were still standing there, three princes in Father’s office, when the air shifted, that subtle warning the body feels before the mind catches up. The king’s desk was between us like a border. His tea steamed faintly in its cup, untouched for the first time since we walked in. The screen behind him still glowed with headlines and diplomatic updates, the sort of information that should have brought relief, the sort that should have steadied a ruler’s hands.Instead, the room felt like a wire pulled too tight.Richard stood to my right, still wearing that new, hard calm he’d found after the hospital, like grief had burned him clean and left only bone and discipline. Sebastien was to my left, restless as always, his anger running under his skin like electricity. I was in the middle, steady by force of will, because if I let myself think about Cassandra for too long, I would stop being a prince and become something far more dangerous.Father looked pleased with himself, almo

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207 When the Crown Starts to Crack 5

Arden’s POVRichard’s face didn’t move much. But I saw it, something flickered in his eyes. Pain, yes, the old kind that never really left. But not surprise. Not disbelief.That flicker told me everything.He had already known, or at least suspected. Or perhaps his heart had already accepted the truth long before his mind said it out loud.Ivana leaned into the moment, swelling with theatrical outrage like it was the only language she truly spoke.“A brother sleeping with your wife,” she declared, loud enough to echo against the office walls. “A brother ignoring your pain.”She pointed at me again, as if accusing me could turn her own guilt invisible. “If not for him, you two would have reconciled.”The silence that followed was unbearable.I heard the faint hum of the mounted screens. The distant footsteps of palace staff. The soft clink as Father’s teacup touched the saucer again, slow, controlled, like he was anchoring himself.Richard swallowed. His throat moved once, tight.For a

Last Updated : 2026-02-28

208 Poison in Slow Motion

Arden’s POVFather didn’t collapse like a man who was simply tired.I had seen tired.I had seen stress. I had seen the way leadership wore men down in small, ugly pieces, the sleepless nights, the clenched jaw, the constant headaches that came from carrying an entire nation’s fear on your shoulders. I had watched him rub his temples in court as ministers argued and as hunger turned the streets into something volatile.But this time, it wasn’t fatigue.It was a switch going off.One moment he was staring at me with anger sharp enough to cut, ready to speak the kind of disappointment that turned into punishment, and the next moment his face twisted like something inside him had been grabbed and squeezed. His eyes didn’t only narrow, they lost focus. His hand went to his temple too late, his tea cup rattled, and then the king of Eldenwald folded like the crown had finally become too heavy for his body to hold.The office erupted.Chairs scraped. Guards moved instantly. Aides rushed forw

Last Updated : 2026-03-02

209 Poison in Slow Motion 2

Arden’s POVRichard stood in a controlled press room inside the palace, no live crowd, only selected palace media, no independent cameras allowed. The statement was recorded, edited, and released with precision.He spoke about the king “resting” and “undergoing routine medical care.” He spoke about the palace “fully in control of security threats” and “continuing international negotiations for food imports.”He didn’t mention collapsing.He didn’t mention ICU.He didn’t mention poison, because we didn’t know yet, and even if we suspected, we couldn’t afford to say it out loud without proof.He delivered the words like he had been born for it.And maybe he had.But watching him, I felt something twist in my chest, an old resentment, a new sympathy, and the sharp understanding that Richard’s life had never really been his own. Not even now. Not even when everything inside him was broken.When the statement was done, the press was dismissed.The palace tightened further.Lockdowns. Addit

Last Updated : 2026-03-03

210 Poison in Slow Motion 3

Arden’s POVThe doctors wouldn’t let us in. Not fully. Not yet. The ICU was sealed, sterile, controlled. They only allowed us to stand behind the glass and watch.It was humiliating, in a way.To stand behind a barrier while the king of Eldenwald lay hooked to machines.To watch his chest rise and fall under medical supervision instead of royal authority.To see tubes and lines and monitors around him like a reminder that no crown stopped a body from failing.The first time I saw him through the glass, something cold ran through me.Father looked smaller.Not physically, he was still the same man, the same frame, but the machines made him look like he belonged to them now. Like he was no longer the one commanding a room.A nurse adjusted something on a monitor. A doctor checked his IV line. A machine beeped steadily, indifferent to titles.And then I noticed who was standing near the bed, reading a chart, speaking softly to one of the ICU nurses.She turned slightly, her profile catch

Last Updated : 2026-03-04

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