Semua Bab Royal Trouble: A Naughty Prince Meets His Match : Bab 101 - Bab 110

The chamber was heavy with silence after Elara’s trembling confession. Her sobs echoed against the carved walls, her face buried in her hands. “My… my prince,” she stammered, turning toward Carl, though her eyes could not meet his. “I never knew she set me up. I thought he was just a man who cared for me. But I was fooled. I laid with him once, and afterwards my pictures, my shame, everything was captured without my knowing. Dacy holds them all. She said she would destroy me unless I obeyed her.” Ariel’s eyes softened, but her voice was steady, almost regal. She looked at Charlotte, silently asking her to step in. Charlotte crossed the room and knelt in front of the broken maid. She gripped Elara’s shoulders firmly, forcing her to look up. “Elara, hear me,” she said, her tone both tender and commanding. “You are not wrong for loving, nor for laying with a man. But you were betrayed, tricked, and used. That does not make you impure — it makes him dishonorable. The one

The palace guard’s carriage rattled away, carrying Dacy into custody. The weight of her downfall was barely settling before whispers began to ripple through the city. But far from the cells, another mind was already scheming. When word of Dacy’s arrest reached Mr. Lane, he leaned back in his leather chair, a slow, calculating smile curving his lips. To him, her downfall wasn’t a disaster—it was an opportunity. She had been his ally, yes, but allies were expendable. And better still, she could be made into the perfect scapegoat. “She’ll take the fall for everything,” Lane murmured to himself, steepling his fingers. “Every shadow, every bruise upon the princess’s life—let them all point to her. And me?” His smile widened. “I’ll come out as the savior.” Wasting no time, he reached for his phone and called one of the most influential radio stations in the kingdom. Within the hour, the broadcast went live across the airwaves. Lane’s deep, polished voice rang with false s

The mansion was thrown into chaos. Servants whispered at the corners, guards stood paralyzed, and Cane and Andrew froze on the staircase, their hearts pounding. Isha, pale and weak from her faint, had been lifted onto the couch. She gasped for air, her chest rising and falling as she slowly regained consciousness. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing fear—and resignation. Lane, who had been frozen in shock only moments ago, suddenly snapped. Rage distorted his face. He stormed toward Isha like a predator, his footsteps echoing off the marble floor. “You dare—” Lane hissed, his voice sharp as a knife. Without warning, he seized her by the throat, his fingers digging cruelly into her skin. “What did you mean? Say it again! Tell me, woman—what did you mean Cane and Andrew are not mine?!” Isha choked, her hands clawing at his wrists. Her eyes bulged as she fought for air. Cane and Andrew leapt down the stairs, panic in their voices. “Father, stop!” Cane cried

Isha sat in the corner of her cold, dimly lit home, her hands clutching the edge of her faded shawl. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the weight of everything collapsed on her. Her husband was dead, her secrets exposed, and her children—no, not her children—had turned their backs on her. Her voice cracked as she sobbed into the emptiness. “It’s finished… it’s all finished. My only daughter, the one who should have been my shield, is behind bars. How could fate be so cruel? How could life strip me bare like this?” She staggered to her feet, her legs trembling as though carrying the weight of years of lies. Her reflection in the mirror caught her attention—red eyes, disheveled hair, a woman who had once believed herself untouchable, now nothing but a shadow. “No,” she whispered fiercely, clutching her bag with trembling fingers. “This is not how I end. This is not where my story stops. If Dacy is all I have left, then I will fight for her. She is mine. She must know I am

The café air was thick with unease. Adrian’s pulse raced as he looked at Lilian, her eyes still red from tears, her hands trembling as she stood before him. He knew this moment could crush her completely—or heal her, even if only a little. Taking a deep breath, he stepped closer, his tone gentle but steady. “Lilian, please… sit.” His words weren’t a command but a plea. He gestured to the empty chair beside them, his eyes begging her not to break under the weight of so many watching eyes. The café had gone uncomfortably quiet, strangers pretending not to stare but unable to look away. For a heartbeat, Lilian wavered, torn between pride and vulnerability. But at last, she lowered herself into the seat, her bag clutched tightly against her chest as if it were armor. Adrian sat down too, while Charlotte shifted uneasily, her fingers curling against her lap. The three of them sat together at the small round table, but the tension between them was louder than any noi