I CHOOSE YOU
Prince Christian is temptation in royal form—tall, commanding, heartbreakingly beautiful.
Jessica is his maid. His best friend. The girl who has loved him in silence for years.
In the kingdom of Orlander, the royal family announces a Royal Selection to find the future princess. Christian wants nothing to do with it. His heart is still bruised from Mirabelle, the woman who left him. But the king and queen are determined. The kingdom needs a bride. The prince must choose.
Christian agrees only under one condition—he will end the selection if he feels nothing.
On the day of the ceremony, he draws twenty names.
Mirabelle’s.
A mysterious girl named Evelyn Hunter—whose name makes him smile for the first time in months.
And Jessica watches the man she loves prepare to choose someone else.
She is the maid no one notices.
The best friend who is always at his side.
The girl who knows him better than anyone… except the one thing she can never tell him.
He is searching for love.
She is standing right there.
But in a palace full of glittering gowns, secrets, royal duty, and heartbreak… she might be the only girl he never sees.
This is a forbidden romance, best friends-to-lovers, royal drama, and slow-burn heartbreak where loyalty, destiny, and hidden love collide.
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Chapter: Chapter 38Jessica’s Pov
As soon as I got to the hotel, my phone rang. It was from Molly.
“Hey , I am already at the hotel” I said
“Jess you have to come fast, Christian and Evelyn are in a heated argument. It doesn’t look good” she replied and I began to panic. He has seen the video.
Hmm I better set my mind and face this.
I took the elevator to the penthouse and I stopped and stared at the door.
Now that Mirabelle has deleted the video, I will somehow convince Christian that the video is fake and they won’t have to break up. I will never come between them again no matter what . This is the best I can do after everything I have caused them.
I breathed in first before opening the door to the penthouse. On getting to the lounge, I was greeted with the sight of Evelyn crying while Sharpay was patting her. Christian was sitting opposite them with a cold look and his phone in his hand while Jake , Luke and Molly kept staring with horror written on there faces. I have to end this.
“You
Last Updated: 2026-01-17
Chapter: Chapter 37Author’s Pov
Christian’s eyes fluttered open but he immediately shut it back due of the bright light.
“I will turn off the light” he heard a voice
“Babe you can open your eyes now” Evelyn said as she stroked his hair.
He opened his eyes and was greeted with the sight of his friends. They were looking at him with concern. He tried to sit up but the sharp pain he felt in his head pushed him back to the bed.
“Don’t try to stand up” both Jessica and Evelyn said out of concern. Jessica tried to hold him but she stepped back when Evelyn held him instead.
Evelyn took the pill and water from the side table. “Here you go babe, this will reduce the headache” He swallowed the pill and rested back on the bed.
“What happened?” he croaked
“You do not remember?” Jake asked. Jessica was beginning to panic. What if he remembers? Will he hate me? I could not leave him in that condition, no I could not.
“I don’t know, the last I remember was when I and Jess were on the beach. I started feel
Last Updated: 2026-01-12
Chapter: Chapter 36Author’s Pov
After Christian and Evelyn got back to the penthouse, Christian carried Evelyn to their room and laid her on the bed.
“ Babe are you okay? Tell me , where does it hurt. Are you hungry? How about I go make you something?” Christian bombarded her with questions and was about to stand up but Evelyn stopped him.
“No no no babe” she chuckled “ I just want you here with me” She said and pulled him closer to herself. Christian snuggled in and wrapped his arms around her.
“Are you sure that you are fine?” He asked again and Evelyn nodded her head.
“Can I ask you a question?” Evelyn asked
“Sure”
“Ok Uhm… you and Jessica Uhm, you only see her as a friend right?” Evelyn asked and her heart raced.
Christian stared at her before bursting out in laughter.
“Wait hold up . So you were not sick , you were just jealous” he said and continued laughing.
“It’s not funny“ she frowned her face and hit him on the arm. “What if I’m jealous, don’t I have the right to be?”
“Okay Evelyn
Last Updated: 2026-01-05
Chapter: Chapter 35Jessica’s Pov
“You were smiling when he was here and the second he left , you became sad” he said
“I am not sad” I replied
“Well from what I am seeing, you are. If I can explain the scenario, then I would call it a case of one sided love” he explained with a smirk.
“Shouldn’t you be working or doing whatever you do?” I asked
“I am not busy right now and I am also the boss around here. I own this ship and call the shots here” he replied arrogantly with the stupid smirk still on his face.
“Alright Mr arrogant, should you be poking your nose into the businesses of your guests? I mean you are the boss around here, you should know that “ I said and he started laughing.
“Okay, maybe I should not be poking my nose in my guest’s businesses but I could not help but want to comfort a beautiful lady especially when she looked sad and all by herself “ he replied and I stared at him.
“I am not sad and I don’t need comforting, thank you “ i was already feeling uncomfortable with his words
Last Updated: 2026-01-03
Chapter: Chapter 34Jessica’s Pov
The sounds of birds chirping woke me up from my sleep. I looked around me and I noticed that I was in my room? But I remember sleeping at the balcony, how did I get here? I checked the time and it was almost twelve noon.
Oh no, did I sleep that long? I tried to get off my bed but the sharp pain I felt in my head stopped me.
“Arrghh” I groaned and held my head. I am lightweight. I only drank one glass of champagne. I heard the sound of the door opening and I looked towards it. It was Christian carrying a tray of sandwich and a mug of probably coffee.
“You up already?” He said as he walked towards me , placed the tray beside me and sat down on my bed.
If Christian did this about three months ago, I won’t be shocked because I am used to him being like this to me but the situation is different now. He is engaged. I am not complaining but the guilt I feel won’t let me. He cares for me so much but I am about to break his heart again because of my selfishness . I will t
Last Updated: 2026-01-01
Chapter: Chapter 33
Author’s Pov
As Jessica came out of the bathroom, she was shocked to see Luke at the entrance.
“Luke?” She stared at him confused. “Uh…this is the girl’s bathroom “
“I know. I was awaiting for you” he said.
“At the girl’s bathroom?” She asked
“Yes Jess. I really need your help at the penthouse “ he said a little anxious.
“Ok let’s go” she said and he nodded.
“Oh and are you okay? I saw Mirabelle enter the bathroom too” he said concerned.
“Yeah I am fine. Don’t worry, I can handle her” Jess said and he nodded as the both left for the penthouse.
Immediately they entered the penthouse, Jessica was stunned. There were red roses on the floor that spelt out “I LOVE YOU, BE MY GIRLFRIEND?” and there was a big bouquet of flower on the table.
“So what do you think, will she like it?” Luke asked her expectantly but Jess was too stunned to reply.
“It’s bad right? I knew it, the I LOVE YOU is too much.” Luke stated very disappointed.
“No Luke, it’s beautiful “ Jessica said s
Last Updated: 2025-12-30
His Father’s Wife
Rosalia Marina was eighteen when her father sold her to clear his debts. By twenty, she was no longer just another girl trapped in a trafficking house, she was chosen.
Auctioned into a marriage she never consented to, Rosalia becomes the wife of a powerful mafia patriarch who believes ownership is the same as salvation. In his home, she learns how to survive by silence, patience, and control, even as her body is treated like a debt that must be repaid.
A year later, everything changes when his son returns to claim his place as heir.
Cold, judgmental, and determined not to become his father, he sees Rosalia as a woman who traded herself for power. What begins as contempt slowly fractures into something far more dangerous, desire neither of them can afford.
Torn between guilt, longing, and the quiet mission she has carried since the day she was sold, Rosalia must decide whether survival is enough, or if destroying the system that enslaved her will cost her the only man who ever truly sees her.
In a world where loyalty is currency and love is betrayal, wanting the wrong person can be fatal.
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Chapter: Chapter Six: Fault Lines I learned his habits before I learned his moods. He rose early, earlier than his father ever did. He walked the grounds like a man inspecting a prison he intended to fortify. He didn't speak to the guards with the booming ego of my husband; he spoke to them with a quiet, terrifying precision. He was mapping the house. I recognized the behavior because I had done the same, but where I looked for exits, he looked for weaknesses. Our paths crossed more frequently after that—not by chance, but because he seemed to be everywhere I sought to be. I refused to hide. In this house, shadows were where things were broken. I preferred the light, where I could see the blow coming. But his gaze had changed. It was no longer just the dismissive look of a son looking at a stepmother. It was the look of a man who suspected a leak in his pipes. One afternoon, I was summoned to the library. Not by my husband, but by a guard who didn't look me in the eye. The heir was sitting behind the massive m
Last Updated: 2025-12-25
Chapter: Chapter Five: The Heir He arrived without ceremony. No announcement. No dramatic entrance. Just the quiet shift in the air that came when someone important stepped into a room and everyone else instinctively adjusted their posture. I knew he had arrived before I saw him. The servants moved differently—faster, sharper. Guards straightened. Voices lowered. The house inhaled and held its breath. I stayed where I was supposed to be. Invisible. From the balcony above the main hall, I watched him enter. He was taller than I expected. Broad-shouldered, dressed simply, the kind of simplicity that was intentional, expensive, untouchable. His face was carved with restraint rather than cruelty, his expression unreadable in a way that suggested practice, not nature. This was not a man who learned power by shouting. This was a man who learned it by watching. His eyes swept the hall once, quick and assessing, noting exits, distances, people. When they passed over me, they did not linger. Good. I
Last Updated: 2025-12-25
Chapter: Chapter Four: One year later Time did not heal anything. It organized it. A year into the marriage, I learned that survival was not about endurance alone. It was about precision. Knowing when to speak. When to disappear. When to let silence do the work for you. I learned the rhythm of the house the way one learns tides, slowly, by watching what returned and what never did. My husband was predictable. He rose early, ate alone, spoke little. He expected access without discussion and compliance without gratitude. He did not beat me. He did not insult me. He used me the way one uses an object that belongs to them—without malice, without thought. That, I discovered, was its own kind of violence. The other wives existed like carefully placed ornaments. We crossed paths occasionally, always polite, never familiar. None of us spoke about why we were here. That kind of honesty would have been dangerous. We were women attached to the same man, but there was no sisterhood in it. Only awareness. I stayed quiet. Qui
Last Updated: 2025-12-25
Chapter: Chapter Three: The Marriage They told me I was getting married three days after the auction. Not as a question. Not as news. As instruction. The words were delivered the same way everything else was in that place, flat, efficient, without room for reaction. As if my response had already been accounted for and deemed unnecessary. I stood there while the woman spoke, hands folded in front of me, eyes lowered, practicing the stillness that had kept me alive so far. Marriage, I learned, was the word they used when ownership needed a respectable shape. It sounded cleaner than purchase. Safer than acquisition. Something people could nod at without asking too many questions. Something that could be explained away at dinner tables and behind closed doors without anyone needing to confront what it truly was. I was moved from the house before dawn. The sky was still dark when they brought me outside, the air sharp against my skin. I inhaled deeply, instinctively, as though I could store the outside world inside my
Last Updated: 2025-12-25
Chapter: Chapter Two: The Auction They did not call it an auction. They used softer words. Transfer. Placement. Selection. Words that made it sound orderly, almost respectable. As if selling people could be improved simply by changing the language around it.Waiting was the worst part.Not because of fear — fear was constant, like breath — but because waiting gave it space to grow roots.They kept us in a long room with no windows. The lights were too bright, buzzing faintly overhead, casting everything in an unforgiving white that made it impossible to hide. The walls were tiled, cold, as if the room had once been meant for something clean and clinical, before it was repurposed to prepare girls for sale.There were twelve of us that day.Some sat on the benches lining the wall. Others stood, pacing in small circles, as though movement alone might keep their bodies from being claimed. No one spoke at first. Silence pressed down heavily, broken only by the hum of the lights and the occasional sniffle someone tried an
Last Updated: 2025-12-25
Chapter: Chapter One: The Price of a daughter I was sold the day I turned eighteen. There was no cake. No candle. No celebration marking the day my life split into before and after. My father sat at the small wooden table in our living room, elbows spread wide, papers arranged neatly in front of him as though he were preparing for a business meeting instead of a burial. The room smelled faintly of dust and old furniture, familiar in a way that suddenly felt like goodbye. My mother stood near the doorway. She had not moved in a long time. I knew because her hands trembled, fingers twisting into each other as if she were holding herself together by force alone. My mother only shook when something inside her had already given up. “Sit,” my father said. He did not look at me when he spoke. I hesitated, something tight coiling in my chest, then crossed the room and sat opposite him. The chair scraped loudly against the floor, the sound sharp in the quiet. My brothers sat on the couch behind me, one scrolling through his phone
Last Updated: 2025-12-24
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