Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tempting the Wrong Prince: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

Arden’s POVBy the time I got back to my wing, the palace felt like it had exhaled for the first time in days. Not because the danger was gone. The danger was still inside these walls, sitting in corners, wearing uniforms, holding clipboards, pouring drinks, smiling at the right people. The king was still in ICU. The chef was still dead. The missing suspect was still missing. The word revolution still existed on somebody’s tongue even if the grain had softened the crowd’s rage.But food did something powerful.Food gave people a reason to pause.And pauses were where you could breathe and think and make plans without the whole country screaming in your ears.My wing had been cleaned thoroughly like I ordered. The scent hit me the moment I walked in, fresh disinfectant, polished floors, linens swapped, the kind of obsessive cleanliness you only demanded when you suspected poison could hide in routine.Guards stood at tighter intervals now. Men I trusted. Men I knew were loyal to me and

Cassandra’s POVMy heart pounded in my chest as Arden's lips brushed against my throat, sending shivers racing down my spine. The weight of the divorce papers still lingered in my mind, but here, in this dimly lit room with him, it all felt like a distant memory. I was free. Finally free from the chains of that loveless marriage, and now, Arden was claiming me in a way no one ever had. His hand traced the curve of my hip, fingers pressing into my skin through the thin fabric of my dress, igniting a fire that had been smoldering for too long."Arden," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper, laced with the fear that this might vanish like a dream."I'm here," he murmured, his breath hot against my neck, his words wrapping around me like a promise.My body trembled, not from fear, but from the raw anticipation building inside me. Relief washed over me in waves, mingling with a need so deep it ached. I gripped his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt, anchoring mysel

Arden’s POVI groaned softly and reached for it, careful not to wake Cassy immediately. She stirred anyway, her brow pulling together slightly, but she didn’t open her eyes fully.The name on the screen tightened my body instantly.Sebastien.That meant urgency.Sebastien didn’t call at dawn for casual updates.I answered quietly.“Seb.”His voice came through immediately, sharp and awake.“Get up. Come to Doctor Reynolds’ interrogation.”I sat up fully now, alert.“Reynolds?” I repeated, frowning. “Why is Reynolds being interrogated?”There was a pause, then Sebastien exhaled like he was annoyed he had to explain.“Richard told me everything,” he said. “The poison in Cassandra. Why she couldn’t conceive naturally or carry a pregnancy to term. Your brother’s sperm count issues. It wasn’t biology, Arden. It was chemical.”My chest went cold.I stared at Cassy, still sleeping, her face peaceful, her ringed hand resting near her chest.Shock hit me first.Then anger, raw and immediate.“

Richard’s POVAldrich kept going, voice rising like he was preaching to the gate itself.“Then the country would have no choice,” he said, eyes wild. “No king. No heir. No legitimate bloodline.”His mouth curved into something ugly.“They would look to the general,” he said proudly. “To the man who kept them safe. To the man who restored order.”He lifted his chin like he could already feel the title.“I would become the first president of Eldenwald.”A murmur ran through the guards. Not because they supported him. Because hearing a general say it out loud made the treason real.Aldrich’s rage twisted again.“But you,” he spat, staring at us like we were the disease, “you just had to spoil everything.”He tightened his grip on Ivana again, and she cried out softly.“You three had to set your differences aside,” Aldrich snarled. “Work together. That’s what ruined it.”Sebastien’s mouth curled into a cold smile.“You’re welcome,” he muttered.Aldrich’s eyes snapped toward him.Ivana, st

Richard’s POVArden’s eyes hardened slightly.“He surrendered. And now Roger and his entire family are in prison due to war crimes.”We sat with that for a moment. Not because we felt pity. Because it was a reminder of how fast power could collapse when you built it on bullying.One day you were threatening a kingdom.The next day you were negotiating your life from a cell.We laughed again, quiet, dark laughter, the kind men shared when they understood the world’s cruelty too well.Then I looked at my brothers and felt something shift in me, something like gratitude. Not the kind you said out loud easily. The kind you carried quietly. Because as much as my life had been ruined by my mother’s manipulation, as much as my marriage had been destroyed by forces inside this palace, my brothers had been the reason Eldenwald still stood.They were the reason the grain arrived. They were the reason Belmonte’s grip loosened. They were the reason Aldrich was exposed. And they were the reason I