Chapter 11 — A Claim in Silver and Stone

The guard stood in the doorway, a bouquet tucked under one arm and a neatly wrapped box balanced in the other.“Oh… it’s you. I wasn’t expecting you today,” I said, forcing a shaky smile, trying to hide how startled I felt.He usually worked at the warehouse, supervising in my father’s absence. He didn’t linger around the clock, but my father often sent him home whenever a family member was alone, as he was one of his most trusted people among all the workers and guards. This time, he must have been dispatched again.His expression remained calm and professional. “Hi, ma’am. Boss Evan Grant sent this parcel for you.”I froze, blinking at the bouquet and the neatly wrapped box, my heart skipping a beat. Curiosity and unease twisted together in my chest, leaving me momentarily speechless.“Evan?” I whispered, barely audible. Pulling the phone from my ear, I glanced at the screen, only to see it glaring back at me; the call had been cut. My eyebrow twitched in confusion.Was he holding t

Chapter 13 — The Day Sky Fell

The soft lights spilled across my gown as my gaze fell to the floor, seeing nothing at all. My mother’s gentle voice cut through the haze, brushing a fold of fabric into place. “Jenna… it’s time,” she murmured.My fingers trembled over the embellished stones and beads on the bodice as I nodded, drawing in a shaky breath. Today, the vows, the ceremony, everything I dreaded, had arrived.Seated on the stool in the salon, dazzling in my ensemble, I felt my mother’s presence close, unwilling to leave my side. I shut my eyes tightly before opening them again, holding back the tears threatening to spill. I shifted slightly, feeling the faint weight of the fabric on my lap, the tiny crystals catching the light with every subtle movement.She offered a fragile smile and pulled me into a careful embrace. The warmth of her arms pressed against me, steadying and grounding.“Your mom loves you so much, Jenna. Keep your heart open for me, dear… never doubt it.”Her hand moved slowly over my back a

Chapter 14 — Cracks In The Throne

I sat on the bed, my dress fanning around me, eyes darting over every detail. Dark furniture lined the walls, heavy and close, crowding the space in a way I’d never felt before. The black king-size bed beneath me glowed under the golden light spilling from above the curtains, its gold-etched designs making it feel more like a throne than a place to rest.Rose petals were scattered across the nightstand and tables, their faint scent mingling with the lingering trace of his cologne, sharp and unsettling, making my stomach drop as if he were just behind me.Shadows pooled in the corners, stretching and shifting with the soft glow. The room seemed to carry his authority, a silent reminder of the dominance he commanded.He hadn’t returned, and the emptiness pressed down on me like a weight. My fingers drummed against the fabric of my gown, restless and anxious, trying to find a rhythm to steady my racing heart.How long are you going to take, Mr. Tyrant?My shoulders ached under the weight

Chapter 15 — His Dangerous Grip

Evan’s POVIt was close to two when I pushed the door open with a cigarette balanced between my fingers, its ember glowing faintly in the dim light. A familiar cloud of smoke followed me into the room as I stepped inside. My attention immediately settled on the figure resting on the bed.She had fallen asleep after removing her jewelry and changing her clothes. Even in silence, the exhaustion softened her expression. Something about her presence shifted the atmosphere, making the room feel less empty without her having to speak or move.I closed the door quietly and took my place on the bed beside her. I chose the left side while she rested on the right. The mattress dipped lightly beneath my weight, yet she continued sleeping without stirring.My gaze traveled over her face with deliberate focus.The faint lift of her shoulder. The stray strand of hair across her cheek. The calm shape of her lips.The dim lamp beside the bed cast a soft glow over her features, giving her an unreal st

Chapter 16 — Breathless In The Dark

Chapter 16 — Breathless In The DarkTime had shifted, though not in any way I wanted. My life wasn’t the one I used to live; it was one I feared I might never survive. Every day felt like staring death in the face through his eyes. He wasn’t calm. He was fiercer than I could have ever imagined.Twenty days had passed since our marriage, and not a single one had brought me a genuine smile. My life had shrunk into the walls of his mansion, the rooms echoing with his commands, his silence, and the weight of his expectations.The freedom I once knew was gone. I used to laugh freely, but now that part of me felt completely lost.During those twenty days, the two-day functions were the only times I got to see my family. On the second day of one of those events, I finally spent a few precious moments with my mother in the hall, clinging to her, wishing I could hold onto that warmth forever. But the clock stole her away, and after that, I couldn’t see her again.He had given me a new phone so

All Chapters of The King's Forbidden Love : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Chapter 11 — A Claim in Silver and Stone

Chapter 13 — The Day Sky Fell

Chapter 14 — Cracks In The Throne

Chapter 15 — His Dangerous Grip

Chapter 16 — Breathless In The Dark