Novels by Princess

“Yvonne! What the hell is going on? Why were you with Clara? And why did she scream my name like that?” His voice was low, dangerous, a clear threat. “Listen to me. If anything, anything happens to Clara, I swear to God, Yvonne, I will kill you. Do you understand me?”Yvonne, who was now at the hospital, her heart pounding from hitting Clara with the vase, heard his words. Her face twisted in a mix of fear and rage. How dare he threaten me for her! The thought burned through her. But this wasn’t about her anger right now. Her plans had changed. She wanted the news of Clara’s death to be what he heard first, a shock that would break him. But since Devon now knew she was with Clara, since he had heard Clara’s voice, the plans had to move fast. She had to act quickly before the entire Cage family made their way to the hospital.She forced her voice to sound calm, even a little breathless, like she had just gone through so

At the office, Devon was deep in a big meeting, trying to close an important deal. But even with all the numbers and serious talk, his mind kept going back to Clara. He felt a strange knot in his stomach, a worry he couldn't shake. He had never felt so much fear for her before. He tried to tell himself it was just because he missed her, that he was being silly.During a short break in the meeting, he quickly pulled out his phone. He tried to call Clara. He called her once, then twice. But her phone was off. It went straight to voicemail. That made the knot in his stomach tighter. He was just about to call the home phone at the mansion, to ask where she was and if she was okay, when his assistant called him back into the meeting. He had to put his worry aside and go back in.The meeting kept going. They were talking about a huge piece of land they needed to buy for a new project. One of the important people on the board said, “We have to get that land. But Mr. Tho

The morning after the big fight was strangely quiet at the Cage mansion. The air still felt thick with all the bad feelings from the night before, but everyone was trying to act normal. The drama of Devon telling everyone he loved Clara, and Nana saying he was cut off, had left a heavy cloud over the house. No one looked happy.Nana had a doctor’s checkup planned for that day. It was a regular thing, but today it felt like a way to escape the heavy air. She left the house with her son, Richard, after their heart to heart conversation regarding the love triangle Devon has created himself. Rita and Damien were invited to the Montgomery’s for lunch. Rita was not interested in the drama at home, not today, so she was happy to leave. She took Damien, and Elise and Arielle tagged along too, probably wanting to get away from the tension as well. Soon, the big mansion was almost empty.Yvonne left the house too, or at least, that’s what she made everyone believe. She got into her car, drove a

The morning after the big party was not a good one at the Cage mansion. It was quiet. Too quiet. The air felt heavy, like a thick blanket of unspoken words and bad feelings. The drama from the night before, Devon telling everyone he loved Clara, Nana saying he was cut off, it was all too much. There was no happy face anywhere. No one smiled. The usual morning sounds of the house, the maids bustling, the soft clinking of dishes, were hushed. Everyone moved like ghosts.Nana was in her big, fancy room. She sat in her armchair, staring out the window, but not really seeing anything. Her mind was a whirlwind of anger and hurt. Her son, Richard, came in. He looked tired. He sat down in a chair across from her, his shoulders slumped. He knew they had to talk about Devon.He let out a long breath. “Mother,” he started, his voice soft. “I think we should just let him be.”Nana’s head snapped up. Her eyes, usually so calm, were wide with shock. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I can

Devon’s words just hung there in the air. He said it. He said he was in love with Clara. Everyone was still. Like a movie paused. Yvonne’s face, which was all red and messy with crying, froze in shock. She wanted him to say it, yeah. But to hear it for real, right there, in front of everyone, was a different thing. It hit her deep inside. It was a big, bad shame. A punch in the gut. All her plans, her future with him, gone. Just like that.Nana stared at Devon as if she was seeing a stranger. The man she had groomed to take over the family legacy, the grandson she had so carefully guided, the grandson who never did anything without her consent, had just shattered every single plan she had ever made for him and for the family’s future. Her carefully constructed world, built on alliances, traditions, and control, had just been reduced to rubble with a single, heartfelt confession.Richard stood there, his mouth slightly ajar, completely lost. He looked

Clara stood in the restroom, the heavy marble and gold fixtures a stark contrast to the storm raging inside her. She leaned against the cool porcelain sink, staring at her reflection in the massive mirror. Her elegant gown, her perfectly styled hair, the expensive makeup, it all felt like a costume. A beautiful, convincing costume, but a costume nonetheless.She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Nana’s words echoed in her mind, a cold, hard truth that had shaken her to her core. “She is the only one for him… I won’t accept anyone as his wife other than Yvonne.” The words were a direct challenge, a dismissal of her entire existence in Devon’s life.“What am I doing?” she whispered to her reflection, her voice trembling. “What was I thinking?” A wave of crushing doubt washed over her. The reality of their different worlds, their different stations in life, suddenly felt like an insurmountable canyon. Devon was a Cage, from a world of privilege, of grand mansion