All Chapters of Tempting the Wrong Prince: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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21 The Door That Opened

Cassandra’s POVThe palace walls had never felt so suffocating.When Richard left me that night, the silence afterward was deafening. I didn’t eat the food Diana begged me to try; I barely touched the water left on the bedside. My body was weak, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing. The news ran in loops, the words treason, scandal, betrayal striking again and again like hammer blows.I tried to sleep, but my dreams were broken fragments of my parents’ faces, Richard’s plea, Ivana’s smirk, Arden’s steady eyes. Every time I closed my eyes, one of them haunted me.By morning, exhaustion had hollowed me. My reflection in the mirror startled me, pale skin, eyes rimmed with shadows, lips cracked from thirst. Still, I refused the trays of delicacies the maids brought. My stomach rejected the thought of swallowing anything in this poisoned place.Hours passed. Nothing changed. Guards remained stationed outside, a constant reminder that I was a prisoner disguised as a princess.And when despair p

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22 The Villa in the Shadows

Cassandra’s POVThe sound of the door shutting behind Arden echoed like a liberation.For hours, I had resigned myself to silence, to despair, to the suffocating belief that no one would come. Then he was here, casual, unhurried, like he owned every corridor of the palace. And when his eyes met mine, something inside me cracked.I couldn’t speak at first. My throat was dry, my chest tight. But when he moved closer and folded me into his arms, the dam inside me shattered.Tears rushed hot and wild down my face, and I clung to him like I might disappear if I let go. I hadn’t realized until that moment how much I needed to be held, to feel protected, to feel seen. Being locked away had been mental torture, a steady erosion of my will. But in Arden’s arms, for the first time in days, I could breathe.“I’m here,” he murmured, his voice low, soothing, steady. His hands rubbed slow circles against my back, grounding me. “I’ve got you, Cassy.”My sobs shook harder at his words, the tenderness

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23 Under the Stars

Cassandra’s POVThe villa was silent, wrapped in the velvet hush of night. I had just begun to settle into the guest suite when a knock at the door startled me. My heart stilled, then thumped again.Diana peeked at me from the bed, but it was the maid’s soft voice that carried through the heavy wood.“Your Highness,” she said, bowing when I opened the door, “the Prince invites you to the garden for stargazing.”For a moment, I only blinked. The Prince. Arden.Heat spread through me, absurd and irrational. Why should my heart flutter at the thought of joining him? It was stargazing, nothing more. Yet the very idea left me breathless.I nodded, unable to find words, and closed the door to steady myself. My gaze flicked to the mirror, and what I saw made my pulse spike higher.I wore my silk nightgown, the one I had packed without thought, soft ivory that clung to every curve. My robe hung loosely over it, doing little to mask the sensual shimmer of the fabric beneath. My bare skin glowe

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24 The Edge of No Return

Cassandra’s POVThe night was heavy with silence, broken only by the chorus of cicadas and the faint hum of the lanterns that lined the garden path. But in my chest, there was nothing but chaos.Arden’s kiss had turned my world inside out, and I was no longer Cassandra, the Crown Princess, or Cassandra, the broken wife. I was just a woman, a woman starving for something I had been denied for too long.His mouth claimed mine again, fiercer this time, hungrier, and I surrendered without thought. My silk robe slipped off my shoulders, falling in a whisper of fabric to the ground.His arms circled me, pulling me into him as though he hadn’t tasted water in years and I was the well that kept him alive.And I let him.I let him dictate the pace, the rhythm, the hunger. His lips moved from mine to my jaw, down to the curve of my neck, leaving behind fire that burned hotter than the summer night.Each press of his mouth seared me, mapped me, branded me with a desire I didn’t want to erase.My

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25 Claiming What Was Mine

Arden’s POVThe phone rang before dawn, dragging me from the silence of the villa. The King’s voice was curt, clipped, and utterly predictable.Report to the palace immediately.I didn’t need to ask why. Of course, it was about Cassandra. About my “defiance.” About breaking her out of the palace without so much as a bow or permission.I didn’t care.For her, I would burn the palace to ash.I stood at the balcony as the first blush of morning painted the horizon. The air was cool, heavy with the smell of dew and smoke from the city beyond.My chest ached with everything I had kept buried for years, wanting Cassandra but convincing myself she wanted something else.Five years ago, I could have reached for her. I could have ignored Ivana’s machinations, ignored the Montclairs’ ambition, ignored the throne that never tempted me. But she hadn’t fought. She hadn’t resisted. And when she didn’t, I told myself she wanted Richard. That she wanted to be Queen.So I stayed away. Out of respect.

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26 Defiance

Arden's POVThe King’s private chamber was drenched in silence after my declaration.Cassandra is mine. She has always been mine.My father’s eyes stayed fixed on me, his face pale, almost dumbfounded, before hardening into a mask of outrage and calculation.“There are many beautiful women in this world,” he said finally, his voice low but sharp.“Women far more beautiful than Cassandra Montclair. Do not ruin your relationship with your little brother over her. Do not smear your reputation over her. The Montclairs are finished. General Aldrich has them in his grip, and he is crushing them with all his might. She isn’t worth any of this.”I leaned forward, my gaze unwavering. “She is worth everything to me, Father. Everything.”His jaw twitched, but I pressed on. “And if she is worth nothing to you, then let her go. Let her have her divorce. Let me have her. I don’t care about the crown or the title. I only care about her.”The King rose to his feet, pacing across the chamber, his robe

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27 The Smear

Cassandra's POVI didn’t wake until late in the morning. For the first time in weeks, I had actually slept without nightmares dragging me into darkness. The soft light spilled through the silk curtains, and for a fleeting second, I thought maybe the world had shifted overnight. Maybe the kiss beneath the stars had rewoven the broken threads of my life.When Diana slipped into the room, she carried a tray of breakfast and that knowing smile of hers.“His Highness asked me to tell you he’ll be back soon,” she said as she set the tray on the table.Arden. The very mention of him sent a rush through my chest. The memory of his kiss, the gentleness that turned untamed, the way his mouth had claimed mine, the way I had melted into him without shame, came flooding back with such intensity that I had to lower my gaze.I sat at the little table, the tea steaming, the croissants untouched. My appetite was gone; in its place, anticipation bloomed hot and restless.Would he come back and look at m

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28 No Escape

Cassandra’s POVI thought the tears would dry before evening. I thought if I willed myself still, if I pressed the pillow hard enough against my face, the storm inside me would quiet. But evening came and the ache in my chest had only deepened.By nighttime, I couldn’t sit anymore. The walls of the villa pressed in on me, suffocating. Ivana’s poisonous words from the press conference replayed in my mind like a cruel song: Cassandra fled… she seduced Arden… he does her bidding.They were dragging him through the mud because of me. Me.My gaze fell on the wardrobe. On the dresses neatly folded, the silk robe draped across the chair. Everything Arden had provided for me here, every little act of defiance he had committed to keep me safe, now felt like a chain around his neck.And so I began to pack.My hands shook as I folded gowns, as I stuffed essentials into a travel case. Each movement cut deeper. For once, I wasn’t going to think about what I wanted. I wanted him. God, how I wanted

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29 His

Cassandra’s POVThe room was no longer just a room. It was a furnace, a battlefield, a stage for a moment I had both dreaded and craved. Every second stretched thin, trembling with the knowledge of what was about to happen. My body thrummed with anticipation, every nerve drawn taut, every breath short and shallow as if I had run miles yet stood perfectly still.Arden’s gaze pinned me in place. There was hunger in his eyes, yes, but also something fiercer, something that claimed me before he even touched me. It terrified me, because I wanted it. Because it meant stepping over a line I could never uncross.I should have thought of Richard. I should have thought of vows, of crowns, of duty. But Richard’s memory felt cold and distant, while Arden’s presence was fire licking at my skin, demanding to be felt.When his lips crashed onto mine, I was already yielding. The kiss was not tentative; it was raw possession, a claim written into every brush of his mouth. My gasp opened me further to

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30 Vows in the Dark

Arden’s POVThe room was still. The air carried the heavy scent of passion, of skin and warmth and the unshakable truth that nothing would ever be the same again.Cassandra lay against me, her cheek resting on my chest, her breathing soft and even as though she had finally found a moment of peace.I traced slow circles along her shoulder, memorizing the weight of her against me, the way her hair spilled across my arm like strands of silk.I should have felt triumph. I should have felt vindicated, knowing she had chosen me, that she had opened herself to me without hesitation. But all I felt was a fire burning deeper inside my chest , a fire that had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with rage.I could still hear my father’s voice echoing in my head. The king’s cold decree. His threats. The way he had spoken of Cassandra as though she were a pawn, a liability to be discarded if she did not serve his purposes. And Ivana, had sharpened that blade even further. She was rele

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