All Chapters of Royal Trouble: A Naughty Prince Meets His Match : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Carl caught Ariel’s hand as she moved toward the driver, his fingers warm and firm. Without a word he tugged her toward his car and slid behind the wheel. Becky, Charlotte and Vicky fell into the other car in a jumbled heap of complaints and laughter, but Vicky only shook her head as she watched the prince take Ariel away. “Oh, poor Ariel,” Charlotte teased loudly, and Becky smacked her arm. But neither of them could hide the small, impressed smile when they caught sight of the two in Carl’s rearview mirror. The ride home was quiet in a way that felt charged — not with civility but with that electric pause that comes just before a storm. Carl kept one hand on the wheel and the other somehow found its way around Ariel’s waist. She leaned into him like a cat into warmth, cool composure slipping into something softer. They stepped out at the palace and the late afternoon light gilded the stone. Carl carried Ariel—half in jest, half because he could—past the servants

Dacy turned sharply, a small, satisfied smirk on her face. Finally, she thought to herself, she’s going to feel the weight of her own games. Watching Dacy leave, Dave mind raced with strategies, imagining how he could finally have her within his grasp. Soon, he whispered, soon she’ll be mine to control… or at least, that’s the plan. Then, Dave sank into the nearest chair in his room, rubbing his temples. He muttered to himself, half-excited, half-worried: “Hope I’m not doing the wrong thing… but I really love her. I have to do this for her. I promise… I’ll marry her have loved her all this while. Somehow… some way…” His voice trailed off, swallowed by the weight of his own conflicting emotions. --- At the office, Ariel had been swamped all day. Papers, calls, and staff requests had kept her occupied from morning until dusk. Finally, as the office clock ticked past eight, she clapped her hands together. “All right, team! We’ve worked hard today, and I insist tha

The next morning, the royal banquet hall glittered like a palace of dreams. Golden chandeliers hung high above, casting a soft glow across the polished marble floor. Rows of tables were draped in silk, decorated with tall crystal vases overflowing with white lilies. Nobles, businessmen, and women in gowns that shimmered like rivers of stars whispered among themselves as the royal doors opened. Carl and Ariel walked in side by side. Carl looked sharp in a tailored black suit, his princely badge gleaming against his chest. But it was Ariel who stole the night. She was radiant—her gown a deep shade of emerald green that hugged her figure and flowed behind her like a river of light. Her hair was styled in loose waves, a diamond pin sparkling just above her ear. Every step she took seemed to silence the hall a little more. Gasps echoed. “Is that… the princess?” “Good heavens, she’s even more beautiful in person!” “She looks like she stepped right out of a

The evening air was heavy, and Ariel hurried through the street, holding tightly onto the frail arm of the woman she had rescued. The woman had collapsed earlier, clutching her chest in pain, and Ariel had immediately flagged down a passing bike. The ride to the hospital was frantic—Ariel balancing the woman against her shoulder, whispering soothing words while urging the rider to go faster. Inside the hospital, chaos greeted them. The smell of antiseptic stung her nose, nurses in white uniforms darted from one patient to another, and the sound of a baby crying echoed down the corridor. Ariel, though dressed elegantly for the banquet, didn’t care about her gown or heels. She guided the woman to the emergency desk. “Please, help her, she’s in pain!” Ariel’s voice carried urgency. The nurse gave a professional nod and wheeled the woman into an examination room. Ariel followed, pacing nervously. When the doctor finally appeared, wiping his hands with a towel, he said,

The restroom was a narrow, tiled corridor of mirrors and soft lighting — the sort of private little island inside the busy office where secrets could be spoken without an audience. Ariel followed the cleaner in, closing the door behind them and leaning a hand on the cool marble sink. The woman’s hands trembled; her breath came shallow and quick. “Ma’am,” she began, voice raw. “I’m sorry. If what I’m about to say is messy, please forgive me. I don’t know how to tell this properly. I just… I don’t want my daughter to die.” Ariel’s heart punched at her ribs. “Take your time. Breathe,” she said gently. “Start from the beginning. What is happening? Who is involved?” The cleaner swallowed hard, and for a moment her eyes slid away, as though the memory was a hot coal she could hardly hold. “It’s Miss Dacy,” she whispered. The name hit Ariel like a slap. Dacy — the same girl who had vanished when Anna was exposed. The girl they had thought left the city. Ariel suddenl