All Chapters of Royal Trouble: A Naughty Prince Meets His Match : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Charlotte smiled faintly, though her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She whispered, her voice soft but steady, “You don’t have to respond to me. You know… I’ve always dreamed of a life with you. When you were still abroad, I would imagine how it would be—how I was going to carry your baby, how I was going to live with you, lay on your chest, cry in your arms, hug you tightly and never let go.” Her lips trembled, but she forced the words out anyway. “But I guess that dream won’t be coming true.” Adrian’s throat tightened. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came. Charlotte didn’t let him speak; she already knew what he couldn’t say. “It’s not easy for you either,” she went on, her voice breaking a little. “I’m just a secret lover… hidden in the shadows. And she’s your real bride-to-be, chosen for you, loved by your family, standing proudly beside you. I also feel for her—it’s not easy on her either. I can see… she truly loves you.” Adrian’s chest rose and

Ariel kept her eyes shut, pretending to sleep the way she had learned to pretend anything long enough and the world would stop asking questions. The ward hummed softly around her — the steady beep of the monitor, the muffled footsteps in the corridor, the faint hiss of the oxygen. She let herself drift just close enough to the edge of waking to listen. New faces still puzzled her. Names were like scattered pearls she could not string together. But sounds — voices, tremors, the way people folded into each other — those she could read. Tonight the sounds said two things: comfort and sorrow. Adrian’s footsteps padded in; she recognized that cadence now, the quiet way he moved when he did not want to wake her. Her breath caught slightly when she heard him call, low and careful, “Charlotte…” Charlotte answered before he could say more. Her voice trembled, but it was warm and bright like a candle that refused to gutter. “You know, I met Lilian,” she said as if telling a

The following morning, the hospital ward felt brighter. The sun streamed through the curtains, making the white walls glow with warmth. Ariel sat up slowly on the bed, her hands folded neatly over her lap. Though her body still ached, her spirit felt stronger after the conversation with Carl. For the first time since waking up in this strange haze of lost memories, she felt like she had someone she could trust. Carl entered quietly with a small smile, carrying a food tray. “Good morning, Ariel. How are you feeling today?” She tilted her head and studied him, her eyes still sharp despite her weak state. “Better,” she replied. “But my mind is heavy. Carl… your uncle. He won’t give up easily, will he?” Carl’s smile faded. He set the tray down carefully and pulled a chair closer to her bed. “No. Uncle Lane is not a man who stops when he sees an obstacle. He’s a man who feeds off power and manipulation. The moment he finds out you’re strong enough to leave this hospital

The Whisper in the Dark The royal carriage sped toward the hospital, its wheels thundering over the cobblestones. Inside, the air was suffocating. Ariel lay in Carl’s arms, her skin pale, her lips trembling as if she wanted to speak but had no strength. Her eyes fluttered shut, but even in that half-conscious state, her voice kept breaking through in broken whispers. “He’s… the one… he’s the one…” Carl stiffened. His grip on her hand tightened. “Who, my love? Who is the one?” he asked desperately, bending low so only she could hear. But her lips trembled, and she only repeated the same words, like a haunting echo. “He’s… the one…” The queens, Isabella and Margarette, sat opposite, their eyes wide and frightened. Margarette clutched her rosary so hard her knuckles turned white, while Isabella fought back tears, her chest rising and falling too quickly. “Carl, what does she mean?” Isabella whispered, her voice trembling. Carl shook his he

The Silent Infiltration The sun had barely risen when Dr. Kelvin knocked gently on the door of Ariels ward inside the hospital. Carl, who had been reviewing documents with a troubled expression, due to what is happening to his wife his been unable to go to his offices lately, he looked up and motioned for him to enter. The doctor stepped in, his face serious, his hands clasped behind his back. “Your Highness, we need to talk.” Carl set the papers aside, sensing the weight in his tone. “It’s about Ariel, isn’t it?” Kelvin nodded, pulling out a chair and sitting opposite him. “I told you before… her pregnancy is not ordinary. It is dangerous. Her body is weak from the trauma. If she insists on keeping the child, she may pay the ultimate price when the time comes.” Carl’s jaw tightened, his fingers gripping the armrest of his chair. He had heard this before, but each time the words carved deeper into his soul. He took a deep breath, as though steadying himsel