All Chapters of Tempting the Wrong Prince: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Cassandra’s POVThe sting of my father’s words still hung in the air, wrapping around me like chains I could not shake off. Arden is getting married to Nala Longman. The sound of it echoed through me, cutting sharper than any blade. I fought to hold myself together, to mask the tremor in my hands, but inside, I was crumbling.And then, chaos.The heavy door to the lounge burst open with a crash that sent the teacups rattling against their saucers. Armed men stormed in, their boots pounding the marble, their eyes sharp and scanning every corner of the room.At their head was a tall man I recognized from Arden’s villa, his chief of security. His expression was grim, commanding. “Stand aside,” he barked, his voice carrying the weight of authority that could not be ignored. “By order of Prince Arden Velmot, Lady Cassandra is to be protected at all costs.”I gasped, shock colliding with relief. Arden… He had thought of me even before leaving for Belmont. He had made sure I would not be left

Richard’s POVArden had crossed a line. It was one thing to meddle in politics, to whisper in the king’s ear, to play the perfect son. But this, this was personal. He was keeping my wife under his roof, under his watch, as though I were the intruder.“She’s my wife,” I muttered. “He has no right.”Lenard said nothing. The silence only made the anger grow louder in my head.“She’s my wife!” I slammed a fist against the table, the sound echoing through the room. “And he’s keeping her like a prisoner while pretending to be her saviour.”Lenard’s gaze dropped. “Your Highness… perhaps it’s best to wait. Arden is impulsive, yes, but he may have done it to prevent a scene. The press was already outside the gates. The situation was, ”“Don’t defend him,” I snapped. “He’s using her to spite me. He’s been doing it from the start.”Lenard hesitated. “Prince Richard, I understand your anger. I truly do. But Cassandra’s choices… they are not entirely his doing. She’s hurt. She believes she was bet

Richard’s POVFinally, I took a step back, my voice shaking but firm. “I will never forgive you for what you did to Cassandra. And I will make sure everyone knows the truth, that the queen consort orchestrated the destruction of one of the oldest noble houses for her own gain.”My mother stiffened. “You wouldn’t dare.”“Oh, I would,” I said coldly. “And I will. From this day forward, you are nothing to me. You are not my mother. Go and find someone else to manipulate. Someone else to poison. You’ve ruined enough lives here.”She stared at me, lips trembling, and for the briefest moment, she looked almost human. Then the mask returned, perfect and cold.“You will regret this, Richard,” she whispered.“Perhaps,” I said, stepping past her. “But not as much as I regret ever letting you near my marriage.”I had almost cleared the doorway when she said softly, “You’ve become just like your father.”I didn’t turn. “At least he had the decency to stop loving you.”I walked out.But Rachel ste

Richard’s POVThe king rubbed his temples, his patience thinning. “Richard, listen to me. I understand your anger. But charging into your brother’s villa with armed men will only make matters worse. The press will have a field day, and the council, ”“Let them!” I snapped. “Let them write whatever they want. I’m tired of hiding behind protocol while he tears apart everything I built.”“You need to calm yourself.”“I can’t.” My voice cracked, the fury bleeding into desperation. “I can’t, Father. Every hour she spends in his house, she drifts further away. You don’t understand, she’s not like other women. When she decides to cut someone off, she never looks back. If I don’t act now, she’ll be gone forever.”For a long moment, there was silence.Then, softly, the king said, “I will speak to Arden.”I laughed bitterly. “Of course you will.”“Richard, ”“No!” I snapped. “You’ll talk, he’ll smile, and nothing will change. That’s how it’s always been. He breaks the rules, and you smooth them

Cassandra’s POVThe air in the villa had grown heavy, like the calm before a storm.Diana’s words still hung between us, trembling and uncertain, their weight pressing into the silence.“Leave the country?” she repeated softly, as if she hadn’t heard me right. “My lady… did something happen between you and the prince? You two looked so happy together.”I laughed, but the sound was brittle, like glass fracturing under pressure. “Come off it, Diana. You know how impossible this is.”She frowned, stepping closer. “Impossible? But, ”“I’m his brother’s wife,” I cut in, my voice sharp, trembling at the edges. “Or soon to be his divorced one. You think the king will ever allow it? That the court will turn a blind eye while I parade around as the prince’s lover?”Diana’s face softened, but her eyes were full of worry.I swallowed hard, staring out the window where the evening light spilled like fire across the horizon. “Even if Arden wants me now, the moment his engagement is arranged, and i