All Chapters of Royal Trouble: A Naughty Prince Meets His Match : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

King Edward and Carl walked quietly into Ariel’s chamber. The tension in the air was thick enough to slice with a sword. Edward’s stern face softened when he saw Ariel’s red, teary eyes. He approached her slowly, resting his palm gently on her head like a father comforting a wounded child. “My darling,” King Edward said, voice trembling with both authority and compassion, “if this is what you truly want… then for now, there will be no second marriage. I don’t care what it costs me or what the council will say. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to protect you.” Carl’s head snapped toward his father in shock. This was the same man who just hours ago insisted he take Anna as a second bride for the sake of tradition. “Dad?” he said, eyes wide, almost disbelieving. “You—what are you saying?” King Edward blinked at him slowly, a warning in his eyes that said, Don’t speak now, boy. Just follow my lead. But before Carl could press further, Ariel’s fa

Ariel paced back and forth in her chambers, waving her hands as she spoke. Her tone was fierce, determined, like a general planning for war. “Well, at least now we know what we are battling with. The task has become easier, don’t you see? The most dangerous part would have been if you actually had to marry her. That would’ve destroyed everything—but we’ve killed that threat. The king has promised that you won’t marry her, and that promise means everything. So now we can focus on exposing her lies, and—” Carl wasn’t listening. He sat on the edge of her bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands laced together. But his mind was nowhere near Ariel’s rapid strategizing. His heart thudded like a war drum. The way she was pacing… the fire in her voice… the loyalty hidden behind her every word… Ariel wasn’t just defending the truth. She was defending him. He had been silent too long. His chest burned with words he could no longer keep in. Carl rose slo

Ariel couldn’t say a word. Her heart felt like it had shattered into a thousand pieces. She turned away from the office door before Dacy could notice her, her heels clattering fast against the palace floor. I can’t breathe… I can’t look at him right now. Carl shot up from his chair, panic written all over his face. “Ariel!” he shouted, rushing after her. Dacy grabbed his arm, pouting with fake innocence. “Where are you going? Come back here, Carl—” But Carl yanked his arm free without a word and bolted for the door. By the time he reached the corridor, Ariel was already gone. “No… no, no, no…” Carl muttered, holding his head with both hands as if he could stop his world from spinning. “This is a disaster.” His chest rose and fell with frustration, and without wasting another second, he stormed out, ignoring the whispers of shocked staff who had never seen the prince so rattled. Dacy stood frozen in confusion, not realizing Ariel had been there. Her e

Vicky pressed her back against the cold stone column, her breath shallow as she peeked around the corner. Anna’s voice carried in the still night air, low but sharp. Vicky’s thumb trembled slightly on her phone screen—recording. This has to work, she thought. If I get this, Ariel will finally know the truth. Anna’s tone was urgent, laced with fear. “Dacy has scattered the palace. The rest is up to you now. I need to get out of here before they realize the pregnancy isn’t Carl’s. If the king finds out, he’ll chop off my head.” Vicky nearly gasped out loud. Her stomach dropped as her mind spun. The baby… it isn’t Carl’s? On the other end, Dacy’s voice crackled through the speaker, cold and calculating. “Is Ariel making any move to leave the palace yet?” Anna scoffed. “That stubborn girl still believes she has hope. But don’t worry. Once you shatter that hope, she’ll have nothing left. She’s getting closer, though. We need to move quickly.” V

Carl stepped out of his car, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on the sight before him—Ariel locked in an embrace with another man. The sharp click of his shoes on the stone path echoed like thunder, and the warmth of the afternoon air suddenly felt heavy with tension. Ariel’s body stiffened. She quickly pulled back from the hug, her eyes widening. “Carl…” Her voice cracked with surprise and something dangerously close to guilt. Carl folded his arms across his chest, his expression dark, his tone laced with venom. “Where are you coming from, Ariel? Or am I not allowed to leave the house while my wife hugs strange men in broad daylight?” His piercing eyes didn’t leave hers, the accusation burning through the air. He tilted his head, mocking. “Don’t you think you owe me an introduction?” Ariel’s heart pounded. For a moment she hesitated, but then she lifted her chin defiantly. “This is Dave… my best friend. We studied together in the US.” Carl’