All Chapters of Betrothed To Six Lovers: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Lila’s P.O.V.The moment I stepped out of the chambers, the weight of it all came rushing back.The applause.The authority.The sharp exchange with Ma Felicia.All of it still echoed faintly in my ears, but it no longer felt empowering.It felt… hollow.Like something I had worn for the sake of survival and shed the second I was out of sight.The corridors stretched before me, long and quiet, lined with polished floors that reflected my steps in muted glimmers. My gown brushed softly against the marble, the delicate butterfly patterns catching the light in fleeting flashes of gold.Just hours ago, I had stood tall.Unshaken.Certain.Now, something felt off.Not wrong in a loud, obvious way.But in that quiet, unsettling way that creeps into your chest and refuses to name itself.I slowed my pace slightly.My gaze moved along the corridor, lingering on corners, on shadows, on the stillness that seemed just a little too deliberate.A thought pressed into my mind.The cloak.The presen

Lila’s P.O.VI didn’t answer Diane.I couldn’t.The words sat in my throat, heavy and unmoving, as though speaking them would make something irreversible real.The room had gone quieter—not silent, but different. The kind of quiet that settles when something shifts beneath the surface and no one quite knows how to address it.My fork remained suspended in my hand.My gaze unfocused.And then—The door opened.Not softly.Not cautiously.But with presence.“C’mon—”His voice.My heart stopped.Lucian stepped in like nothing had been wrong, like nothing had broken, like nothing had been left hanging in uncertainty for an entire day.He was smiling.Actually smiling.Like he had just walked into a moment he expected to be warm, welcoming, unchanged.“—see who we have here.”My breath caught.Time didn’t slow.It froze.Because suddenly, everything made sense.The waiting.The silence.The absence.And then—Him.Standing there.Alive. Present. Late.So late.“You didn’t say you’d bring y

Lila’s P.O.VI didn’t look at him.Not at first.Even after he asked. Even after he stood there, waiting, trying, searching my face for something I wasn’t ready to give just yet.I turned away.Deliberately.My attention shifted back to Diane and Nico as though nothing had interrupted us, as though his presence wasn’t pulling at me from the side like something unfinished demanding closure.“So,” I said, forcing a calm into my voice that didn’t quite settle, “you were saying something about the trip you took last month?”Diane blinked at me.Then at Lucian.Then back at me.“Seriously?” she mouthed silently.I ignored her.Nico, however, picked up on it faster.“Yeah,” he said slowly, glancing between us with mild amusement. “We went up north for a bit. Needed a break.”“That sounds nice,” I replied, nodding faintly, keeping my gaze fixed anywhere but on Lucian.He didn’t move.I could feel it.That stillness.That quiet weight of him just… standing there.Waiting.The air had changed

Lila’s P.O.VThe night did not come all at once.It settled in layers—first the dimming of light, then the quieting of footsteps, then the gradual retreat of voices until even the walls seemed to hold their breath. By the time the palace had fully given itself to the dark, I was no longer in the lounge with Diane and Nico.I had left them.Not abruptly.Not noticeably.But with that quiet withdrawal I had mastered over time—the kind where no one stops you because no one realizes you’ve gone.And yet—I didn’t go to Lucian.I knew where he would be.Our chambers.Waiting, perhaps.Or maybe not waiting.Maybe just… there.But something in me resisted the idea of stepping back into that space so soon. Not because I didn’t want to see him—but because I needed a moment where I wasn’t someone’s wife, someone’s queen, someone’s answer.I needed to be just… me.So I walked.The corridors stretched long and dim, lit by flickering lamps that cast uneven shadows along the walls. My steps echoed

Lila’s P.O.VThe night had a different weight when you chose to step into it.Not the quiet kind that settles over a place naturally—but the kind that presses against your chest when you know you are not supposed to be where you are going.Every sound felt louder.Every shadow deeper.Every step… deliberate.I stood in the dim corridor outside Madam Lavinge’s quarters, my cloak drawn tightly over my shoulders, the rough fabric unfamiliar against my skin. It scratched slightly at my wrists, a far cry from the silks and softness I was accustomed to.A peasant.That was what I was meant to be tonight.No jewels.No crown.No identity that could protect me.Just another face in the dark.My breath came slow, controlled—but my heart… my heart refused to obey.It beat too fast.Too loud.As if it knew what I was walking into before I fully did.“She’s ready.”Diane’s voice came softly behind me.I turned.She looked almost unrecognizable.Gone was the sharp, polished edge she carried so nat