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Princess Victoria’s Point of ViewThe silence of the royal chamber was deafening, a silence that mocked me louder than any gossiping courtier could. The bed beside me remained cold, untouched, as though my husband had never existed at all , as if yesterday was just a dream . Golden light filtered through the tall windows, dancing on the silk drapes, but instead of warmth, it only highlighted the emptiness pressing down on me.What should have been the dawn of a fairytale. Yet, as I sat upright among the scattered rose petals and silk sheets, the truth pressed against my ribs like a cruel hand. My husband had not come to me.I swallowed hard, pulling the covers tighter around me as though that could shield me from reality. My wedding gown, now discarded across a chair, glimmered faintly in the morning sun, its sequins catching the light like tiny fragments of broken promises. I had smiled for the cameras, endured the endless toasts, and stood at Georg

Princess Victoria’s Point of view The first thing I notice when my eyes flutter open is the cold emptiness beside me , an untouched pillow where my husband should have been. For a moment, I lie still, staring at the space, my chest tightening with each passing second. The echoes of last night’s fairytale wedding still swirl in my mind the golden chandeliers, the thunderous applause of nobles, the cameras flashing as millions of people watched me become Princess Victoria the future queen to king George. It should have been the happiest night of my life.But the dream ended before it even began.He never came to me.I sit up, the heavy silk sheets pooling at my waist, and search the room with desperate eyes. No sign of him ,no jacket discarded carelessly on a chair, no scent of his cologne lingering in the air. Nothing. The realization claws at me while I stood smiling for the cameras, he had slipped away. Where had he gone? Was this what

Princess Victoria’s Point of view The moment the grand doors of the chapel swung open, my heart skipped a beat. Sunlight spilled into the hall, catching the sparkling crystals of my gown, the delicate lace of my veil, and the countless jewels that adorned the altar , a fairy tale wedding if you ask me .My breath caught in my throat, and for a fleeting second I allowed myself to believe in the fairy tale that had carried me through countless sleepless nights . It was finally my moment to step out of the shadows , the moment I would become Prince George’s wife, the moment destiny had promised.Yet, as I took the first steps down the aisle, a small part of me recoiled at the title I was about to claim. “Prince George’s wife,” I can not believe that I will soon rule as Queen besides my prince charming, I whispered under my breath the words tasting strange on my tongue, almost bitter. I loved him, yes with all the intensity of my being but the notion of being defined b

Prince George’s Point of View The air felt thick, heavy with tension as I made my way to the agreed meeting place to meet up with Sindy my calm in the storm of uncertainty. Every step was measured, but inside I was a raging storm. I could not face her and tell her everything that had happened. I could not risk revealing that our carefully laid plans might crumble, that Princess Grace my uncle’s hidden accomplice had set a scene earlier this morning that could undo everything. Sindy already believed my uncle was the only threat, but little did she know the full depth of Grace’s cunning nature.“I promised you the wedding will not happen, I made sure of it .” I said as soon as I saw her, the weight of my vow pressing against my chest. “And I will keep that promise.”Sindy’s gaze was steady, her presence a calm anchor against the chaos within me. Together, we began mapping strategies to expose my uncle’s true nature, to reveal his doubl life to the c

Princess Victoria’s Point of View Never in a million years did I think I would feel gratitude toward my twin sister Grace. The word itself tasted bitter on my tongue, tainted by all the schemes, betrayals, and manipulations that had defined our relationship for years and yet… this morning, I could not deny it. My brain is still processing the sacrifice she made for me , all the humiliation she took just for my sake . The sunlight poured through the tall windows of my chambers, illuminating the chaos outside as servants scurried to and from their coordinated movements like a symphony of preparation. My royal wedding was finally going to take place. After yesterday’s heart-wrenching disappointment when my fiancé called it off, the promise of a new beginning shimmered in the morning air and I knew, with a complicated twist in my chest, that Grace was the reason it was happening.She had executed her plan with such precision that for a fleeting mome

Prince George’s Point of ViewThe chamber was finally empty. My uncle had left with his usual imperious authority, barking orders about the preparations for the wedding celebration. Princess Victoria had fled to her rooms, sobbing, and clinging to her cunning twin sister Grace’s comforting hands that promised solace but delivered only manipulation. And I remained behind alone with the silence pressing against my skull like a vice.I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to slow the furious drum of my heartbeat. My chest ached with a cocktail of fury, guilt, and disbelief. The morning had been a carefully staged theater, a trap designed to break me and to bend me into submission. Grace’s smug calm had been calculated, precise and my uncle’s unveiled threat had been deliberate and terrifying . Princess Victoria’s tears were innocent and had been the cruelest strike of all.Yet beneath the rage, a spark of clarity burned. They had underestimated me. They had assumed the shock, the c

Nurse Nancy Point of ViewThe hospital walls were too white. Too bright. Too quiet for a place holding my worst nightmare. I come to work everyday but these corridors have never been this long and quite . It feels different than when I am here as an employee .I hardly slept for more than an hour . Sleep came in fragments, half-thoughts, sudden jerks, cold sweats but never fully. My body sat on a hospital bench, but my mind stood beside Jane’s hospital bed, over and over watching the monitors beep with cruel calmness while her chest struggled for air .Primrose slept curled beside me on the cold bench, a yellow blanket wrapped around her like a cocoon. Every few minutes I would pull the edges of the blanket higher, stroke her hair, and pray Jane would not die. I was a mother first, a nurse second but right now, both parts of me were falling apart .Nurses and doctors came in and out of the ICU room fast, focused, whispering. None of them said a word to me. Every time I approached, th

Delilah Point of ViewI did not sleep a wink last night . Sleep was a thin, guilty thing that slid over my eyes for minutes at a time and left me hollow when it slipped away. It left me wrapped around insomnia’s arms . In the dark my mind replayed the dining room: Jackson’s apologetic stance, Emily’s calm smile, the way Jackson Junior reached for her hand like someone who had always known her. The line he casual though in that he wishes Amara was Jackson Junior’s mother kept looping through my head until it felt like a pulse in my heart.“I wish you were Jackson Junior’s mother instead of Delilah.”It sounded like a verdict. Like a knife. I forced myself to leave my room only after I was sure Jackson had left the house because there was no appetite for another argument, no strength to be yelled at or humiliated again. I needed the morning to breathe, to gather myself. I needed the quiet to plan. There was work to be done. There was a woman to expose

Emily Point of View The morning light spilled softly across the room, warm and calm . It was the kind of calm that comes before a storm. I moved through my usual routine with mechanical grace, trying to silence the restlessness that still hummed beneath my skin. Ten minutes of stretching. Fifteen of yoga. Twenty of pretending that I was not thinking about my children. After a quick shower, I slipped into a silk robe and tied my hair loosely behind my head. My laptop was already waiting on the dining table beside a cup of herbal tea. I scanned through my emails , business updates, meeting requests, a dozen proposals from investors who wanted my name attached to their ambitions. But even the sharp lines of profit and numbers could not distract me from the quiet ache in my chest. As I ate breakfast : strawberries, toast, and eggs I barely tasted the food as my thoughts drifted back to the message from my pr

Delilah’s Point of ViewThis night certainly did not go as planned . It was supposed to end with Emily exposed and humiliated, her lies spilling across the dining table like shattered glass. But instead, I was the one left bleeding beneath the weight of Jackson’s fury while Emily was seen as an angel . I should have known.I should have known that Jackson would defend Emily . He always defends whoever benefits him more at the time . That is who he has always been, a man of convenience not loyalty.When he stood up from that table, his jaw tight, his voice trembling with anger, I saw the end of something. Maybe the end of us forever . Or maybe just the beginning of my revenge story .He did not even look at me when he walked her to the car.He followed her out like she was the queen of this house, like I was the mistress intruding in my own home.The sound of the front door closing echoed through the mansion like a final v

Emily’s Point of ViewThe night air was cool against my skin, soft and still, like the world itself was holding its breath after what had just happened inside that mansion.I walked out of the dining room with my head high, my heart beating steady in quiet triumph. For once, I had left Delilah speechless , her confidence shattered, her perfect evening reduced to chaos.Jackson walked beside me down the marble path, his hand hovering near my lower back, a gesture that was half chivalry, half apology. His voice was low, heavy with regret.“I’m… I’m sorry about that,” he said finally. “She has been under a lot of stress lately. Delilah does not usually act like that.”I turned to him, a soft smile appearing on my lips. “It’s all right, Jackson. Thank you for inviting me to dinner. This will not affect business , don’t worry .” I respond to him , voice was calm, even warm, but inside, I was savoring every ounce of his discomfort , every

Delilah’s Point of View That line Jackson threw in when I entered the dining room was eating me up inside more than I could chew the food in my mouth. “I wish you were Jackson Junior’s mother instead of Delilah.” Those words replayed in my head like a cursed echo, stinging deeper every time I blinked. I tried to laugh it off, to keep my composure while the servants placed dishes before us, but the taste of betrayal was stronger than the spice on my tongue. Because the truth Jackson did not know was the truth that burned inside me . The truth was that Jackson Junior was Emily’s son. The same Emily who had the audacity to sit across from me right now, pretending to be Amara Holt. I had stolen her son the night of the fire . The same Emily who had the nerve to steal glances at my husband with a soft smile as if she were the wronged angel and I, the monster of her story. If only Jackson