All Chapters of The King's Forbidden Heir : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

21 Chapters

Chapter 1- The Call

Elara’s POV “Ugh, fuck ass bitch” The words escaped my lips as I tossed the last framed picture of Liam into the trash can. The glass shattered against the metal edge, how fitting. Two years of my life wasted on a deceitful opportunist with impressive cheekbones but no scruples. My phone vibrated in my pocket. For one brief moment, I hoped it wasn’t more bad news. But of course… it was Attorney James Holt. Perfect. Letting out a resigned sigh, I answered. “Please tell me you have some good news.” “Miss Windsor,” he began in that polished, lawyerly tone that screamed bad news. “I’ve just been in touch with Liam’s attorney. Things are… complicated.” My brow furrowed. “Complicated how?” “He’s refusing to release the house, the cars, or the funds in your joint account. He claims most of the payments came from him.” I let out a dry, humorless laugh. “His money? Are you serious? Wow. The nerve.” “I get that you’re frustrated,” Holt began cautiously. “But unless you can provide rece

Chapter 2- Last Night Of Freedom

Elara's POV "Elara, what can I get for you tonight?" The club’s manager asked after I took my seat in his office. "Book the club for the night," I said to him. "An empty hall, just me and the drinks. I want it empty." His eyes grew wide. "The whole club? I think you're asking too much." I lifted a fat stack of cash from my purse. "That should take care of it. Make it happen." Taking another look at me, he quickly nodded. "Ten minutes. I'm on it." Soon enough, the main area was empty. No people, no noise apart from the one music I picked. I ordered whiskey after whiskey, sitting by the bar. One, then two, then more glasses. I loved the fiery feeling going down my throat. I continued drinking until I felt tipsy and my face was lit up with a crazy smile. Why not look around?, I thought. Check out what more was here - or who was here. Staggering out of my section was the sound of the heels I wore trampling beneath me. The club has private rooms; hence, I opened the first door.

Chapter 3- The Girl Who Disappeared

Damon’s POV The club was eerily quiet. Too quiet. Damon leaned against the doorway of the private room, the dim blue lights dancing over the disheveled sheets. The lingering aroma of the previous night still hung in the air, her fragrance, sweet with a hint of something softer beneath. But she was gone. Gone, like vapor in the warm sunlight. He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenching as he scanned the room once more. The couch sat empty. The door wasn't locked. Her dress had been carefully tucked away in her purse, and the trash had been taken out, except for one thing. He crouched down. A small, broken clasp glimmered on the floor. Her earrings. The delicate silver chain sparkled in the weak morning light, the blue stone catching a stray beam as if daring him to see it. He picked it up. It felt light and fragile in his hand, intimate, something a person wouldn't leave behind unless they were rushed… or frightened. That thought didn’t sit well with him.

chapter 4 - The Palace Has No Air

Elara’s POV The familiar scent of the palace hit me as soon as I crossed the threshold, an odd mixture of cold stone, faded perfume, and the polished edge of judgment. As I entered through the grand doors, a wave of pressure enveloped me. It was present in the polished marble beneath my feet, the soaring ceilings above, and in the rigid expressions of the guards who greeted me with salutes that made me feel more like an intruder than a member of the Windsor family. A maid bowed her head. “Princess Elara? Her Majesty wishes to see you in the main hall.” Her Majesty. Celene. Naturally. I drew in a breath, forcing a response through clenched teeth. “Lead the way.” The vast corridor seemed to consume me, its walls lined with the stern faces of my ancestors, all of whom appeared to disapprove of my very existence. My father’s portrait was conspicuously absent. Celene had removed it years earlier. As the maid pushed open the ornate golden doors to the main hall, I was

chapter 5 - The Mysterious Woman

Damon’s POV The convoy came to a halt outside the gates of Averelle Palace. Having visited countless castles across three kingdoms, there was something distinctly unsettling about this place. Perhaps it was the fact that I wasn’t arriving as a wanderer or a prince on a diplomatic appointment. This time, I was stepping into a trap. The engagement. The weight of expectations. The unspoken promise that I hadn’t actually made but somehow felt compelled to uphold. I emerged from the car, adjusting the cuffs of my formal black suit. The royal emblem of Velmere glinted on my left sleeve, a silver crescent intersected by a dark blade. Guards stood at attention along the staircase. The atmosphere was thick with the taste of iron and ancient stone. Chilly. Uninviting. Fitting. Averelle had always been a realm defined by sharp edges and sharper words. An official from the palace approached and bowed respectfully. “Your Highness, welcome to Averelle. Queen Celene i

Chapter 6 - The Dinner Of Strangers

Elara’s POV If Averelle Palace had a heartbeat, tonight it was racing. Maids hurried past my door, bearing fresh linens and gleaming silver trays. Guards stood watch along the corridors, their boots creating a rhythmic thud that reverberated through the hallways. Meanwhile, two stylists flitted around me like nervous undertakers, fussing over my appearance. “Hold still, Princess,” one muttered as she carefully pinned my hair. “Try not to breathe,” the other chimed in, tugging the corset tighter. “I’d prefer to breathe, thank you,” I replied through clenched teeth. They ignored me. Of course, they did. Celene had sent them, which meant my feelings didn’t really count. “There,” the head stylist finally said, stepping back to inspect her work. “You’re fit for royalty.” I turned to face the mirror. A stranger looked back at me. My tightly curled hair was pinned high atop my head, a jeweled comb glinting ominously. The dark wine-colored gown clung to my body, elega

Chapter 7- After The First Look

Damon's POV I didn’t catch a single word spoken for the remainder of that dinner. Celene was busy discussing trade deals. Her advisors debated adjustments to border patrol. And the nobles from Averelle offered insincere compliments on Velmere's naval strength. But none of it registered. Not while she sat just three seats away. The woman who had occupied my thoughts for two long nights. The woman whose earring I had carried like a haunted reminder. The woman whose kisses had stolen my sleep. The woman who had slipped away without a single goodbye. Elara. Princess Elara. My future sister-in-law. I maintained perfect posture and a neutral expression, but inside, I was anything but composed. She sat there, rigid, eyes fixed on her plate, refusing to meet my gaze again. Her fingers gripped her wine glass tightly. I noticed her throat bobbing with each swallow. She was anxious. But not because she recognized me. No .....she had no clue who I was. She had no idea that th

Chapter 8- The Weight Of Knowing

Elara’s POV I didn’t stop running until the door slammed shut behind me. My back hit the solid wood, breath coming in short, ragged gasps, my heartbeat racing out of control. My thoughts kept spiraling back to that moment , his menacing voice echoing in my ears: “You left without a word.” My legs gave way beneath me, and I slid down until I was sitting on the floor, the fabric of my gown spreading out around me like spilled wine. He wasn’t supposed to be him. The man from the club was never meant to be a prince. He wasn’t meant to be Damon Valen, the man Celene was about to marry. Of all the people out there… fate had to choose the one person I absolutely should have avoided. I pressed my hands against my face. “No, no, no… this can’t be real.” I thought I had buried that night. I tried to forget the way he had looked at me under those soft lights. I tried to erase memories of his hands, his mouth, his voice. But then he had given me that smirk across the d

Chapter 9- The Woman In The Shadows

Elara’s POV I awoke with an unsettling sense that someone was looming over me. My heart raced. I shot upright, gasping, only to find the room empty. The silence enveloped me, broken only by the soft morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. Once again, the palace gave off the impression of surveillance, but today it felt particularly intrusive. Memories of last night’s argument flooded my mind like a sudden chill. Damon. The corridor. His voice. The earring. A wave of guilt and fear tangled in my stomach, accompanied by an emotion I couldn’t quite identify. This morning had to be different. I needed to appear normal. Unseen. Untouched. I slipped into a simple cream dress that made me look gentle and harmless, the version of me Celene preferred. I tied my hair back low, hidden any trace of fatigue under my eyes, and focused on taking steady breaths. Then, there was a knock at the door. No. Not now. “Princess Elara? Are you awake?” a maid’s

Chapter 10- A Lesson In Royal Failure

Elara’s POV Waking up in this palace felt stifling, but stepping into the throne hall was like being plunged into deep water. The ceilings soared high above, adorned with gold-leaf constellations representing every monarch from the past five centuries. Sunlight streamed through tall, emerald-tinted windows, casting green ribbons of light across the marble floor. It was strikingly beautiful. And chilling. Just like Averelle. Just like Celene. I entered quietly, hoping not to draw attention — but it seemed my bad luck had stuck around since my brother abdicated the throne. “Elara!” Celene’s sharp tone shattered the silence. “Finally. Come over here.” All eyes in the hall turned towards me. Of course they did. Celene was positioned at the far end, flanked by officials and advisers dressed in rigid robes. Damon and his delegation stood nearby, tall and composed, their expressions unreadable. Morgana lounged against a column, observing everyone with the predatory pa

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