All Chapters of Royal Rivalry : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Theo’s POV I know this is principal Whitcombe's office but it felt different with another man sitting in front of her desk. I leaned back slightly in the chair, forcing my posture to stay relaxed even though my heartbeat hadn’t slowed since last night.Rowan.I wondered how his interrogation was going. I wondered if he had already said something reckless.My mind kept playing the trick on me but I pushed the thought away. We already agreed that it was a prank. It was nothing serious. And I had to stick to the story. “Mr. Bellemere,” the man said, his hands folded together on the table. “Yes,” I said, nodding once. “I'm Mr Livingston,” he added. I nodded again with a forced smile. “This office looks different with you in it,” I said. He didn't say anything at first. He just watched me like he had all the time in the world.“What does it look like now?” he finally asked. “I don't really say,” I said calmly. “But I prefer it with principal Whitcombe.”He let out a short laugh. Th

Theo’s POV Pacing had become my usual routine. At this point, I wasn’t even sure if I was thinking or just moving to stop myself from thinking too much.Louis sat on the edge of my bed, his elbows resting on his knees, watching me with that same calm expression he always had when things got complicated. “I don't think they believed us,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “I can feel it.”Louis didn’t interrupt.“And that man,” I continued. “Mr. Livingston… or whatever his name is. He didn’t look like someone who just wanted answers. He looked like someone who already had them.”Louis finally spoke. “That’s because he probably does.”I stopped pacing and looked at him.“That doesn’t help.”“I’m not trying to help your nerves,” he said calmly. “I’m trying to help you think straight.”I exhaled sharply and resumed pacing.“I told him it was a prank,” I said. “I stuck to the story. Rowan did too… I think he did.”“You think?” Louis raised his eyebrow.“That’s the problem,” I admitt

Theo's POV “Must you make everything difficult,” I said the moment we were away from the principal's office. I knew things could change within seconds. I had experienced it a number of times before, but this particular one hit me harder than expected. “Pack your things.” She said it without thinking twice. She didn't even pretend to make it look like a disciplinary thing. “Maybe you should say that to principal Whitcombe,” Rowan said.He didn’t look shocked. He looked… charged like he had expected it. Like he had been waiting for it. I, on the other hand, felt like the ground had shifted beneath me.I stopped walking.“You just had to do it, didn’t you?”He stopped walking. “Someone had to do something,” he said.I let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through my hair.“Maybe things would have been better if you had just stayed quiet for five minutes.”His eyes narrowed. “So now it’s my fault?”“I didn't say that,” I snapped. “We had a plan, Rowan. A simple one. Get in, find som

Rowan's POV I could see Henry but I couldn't hear him. I tried to hear but everything around me was muted. And the worst part was that he was fading away from my sight. By the time my eyes opened slowly, my vision was blurry like my mind was still struggling to catch up with my body. For a few seconds, I didn’t move. I just lay there, breathing shallowly, trying to remember what had happened. Was I dead? I wondered as everything remained foggy. I even tried to think but there was no sign of Henry's presence. Was I dreaming about him?Wait… the car ride… the driver… Theo. My breath hitched as everything flooded into my mind at once. I tried to move but I couldn't. That was when I realized that I was bound. I froze for a second before instinct kicked in. I pulled at my hands, but whatever was holding them was firm, biting into my skin the more I struggled.“Oh my god,” I muttered under my breath, my voice hoarse.I shifted slightly, wincing as the cold floor pressed harder against

Rowan's POV Thinking about my actions wasn't something I could decide to stop. Even when I made up my mind not to dwell on the regrets, I would always come back to them. Everything felt suffocating. It was like I was moving in a box with no obvious way out. My eyes opened slowly, blinking against the brightness. For a second, I didn’t move. I just sat there, trying to understand where I was, trying to piece together the last thing I remembered.My chest rose and fell unevenly as awareness settled in.I tried to push myself upright but I couldn't. That was how I realized I wasn't on the floor anymore.I was sitting on a chair. And fortunately for me, my limbs were not tied. Did I just say fortunately? What was fortunate about being held captive? My limbs might be free but I wasn't. I wasn't even close to freedom yet. If there was anything I was close to, it would be my last days. My eyes darted around the room. It was smaller and kind of better because there were no mirrors. At th