All Chapters of To Protect the Crown: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I glance to my side and smile at Shane. I don’t know what I would be like right now if I didn’t have him next to me all the time.  Well, maybe my little explosion wouldn’t be a onetime occurrence.  Even with him here, I still need to find some way to get my punching bag or something like that in here so I can release all my anger and frustrations somehow. I turn my attention to the couch, where Uncle Charles is on his phone with his laptop in front of him on the coffee table.  From the way he is furrowing his eyebrows, and he glares at the laptop screen, I can tell that he isn’t happy about something. Page isn’t sitting too far from him with her own laptop opened and in front of.  However, by the way she is tapping the pen against the side of her cheek, I know she is looking through files and maybe even some video.  Whenever she concentrates hard, she has this same look. I then

While the medical staff works on me, I turn and look across the room at my daughter.I wanted so badly to wake up for her coronation.  I could hear everything that was going on around me in the room, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t fight through the darkness to get into the light.  The darkness kept pulling me back. It took me longer than I thought, but I’ve finally managed to get back here and to the people I love.  However, what have I come back to? Guilt washes over me as I think about Irene.  If I knew this would happen, I would have never agreed to let her date or even marry Robert.  However, I didn’t have any clue back then that she would pull something like this. Even though I’ve exiled her brother and kept his crimes hidden from the world, I know I can’t do the same with her.  Too many people saw her attack on me on a live broadcast. From wha

A couple nurses huddle around me as I shuffle down the hall.  Occasionally, my legs wobble slightly, but that isn’t my problem right now.  The dizzy spells are what stop me in my tracks. I glance to the end of the hall at Shane and smile.  He stands there like a model and my prize with a smile while his hazel blue eyes encourage me to keep going. The corners of my lips curl upward as I take another step and my leg wobbles a bit.  From behind me, my father’s proud voices booms, “You can do it, baby girl.  Just a little farther.”I shake my head as I choke down the giggle trying to escape.This isn’t the time to act like a little schoolgirl.The nurse to my right softly asks, “How are you doing, your majesty?  Any issues with your vision?  How about your legs?”Again, I shake my head.  “No.  I’m good so far.”  I won’t

I march into Dee’s office and take a seat behind her desk, which is now my office and my desk.  I didn’t think in a million years I would be back here.  I thought once I retired, I would only be brought on the rare occasion something like what has when my brother has occurred.  However, now, I’ll be back here every day.  A small part of me is disappointed I’m coming back, but another part of me is happy, not because of the events which have brought me back, but because I can stop moping around the house.  I hate to admit it but retired and I don’t work well with each other.  Before I even turn on the computer, I yell out, “Page!  I need an update!  You better have something for me!” I’m not even done with my command when Page, Max and Trevor rush into the office.  Max stops and stands in between the two chairs, while Page and Trevor sit in the chairs.  Max clears his throat.  “The agents a

Even though I’ve been in this room several times.  This time, it is suffocating me. The sight of my father trembling as he looks at Brandon and Katherine from his wheelchair while his eyes fill with tears.  It only takes a few seconds before those tears then stream down his face.  The tremor along his lips and the pain in his eyes are too much for me, but I can’t leave.My voice cracks as I gently lay my hand on his arm.  “They are getting better.  Remember, the doctor said Katherine could wake up any minute.  That is a good sign.”He puts his hand on top of mine and nods.  His shaky voice also cracks as he whispers, “Yes, it is a good sign.”   Standing behind his wheelchair, my mother pats his shoulders.  “Honey, it will only be time now.  Then we can have our family back together again.  I have faith they will return to us.”I wish I