Maximillian I shifted my weight, suddenly hyperaware of how small my request sounded compared to the grandeur around me. The apartment screamed wealth, luxury, excess. But me? I wasn’t sure I wanted to drown in all that anymore.“I… I just don’t need that many people around me, Dad,” I admitted quietly, glancing down at my hands. “Back at the hotel, yeah, the staff were incompetent, but at least it was just me. No one hovering, no one trying too hard to please, no one watching me like I’m some… royal project.”“A housekeeper’s fine. Someone to keep the place in order. But maids? Servants?” I shook my head, a bitter laugh escaping me. “I don’t want to feel like I’m living in a museum.”Inside, my thoughts tumbled over themselves. I’ve been hiding for months, carving out a life that was mine, however imperfect it was. And as much as I missed home, I didn’t miss being waited on like a helpless child. I didn’t miss the suffocating sense of being observed, managed, packaged as “the Princ
Maximillian Edwina Danielle Jonas was a menace, pure and simple. She drove me absolutely crazy with her childish antics—her ability to poke at every nerve I had like she enjoyed it—but the truth? That same childish behavior was the very thing that made me fall for her in the first place. God help me, she was chaos wrapped in sunshine, and I was addicted. Despite all her mischief, Edwina had the most caring heart of anyone I knew. I’d been on the receiving end of it more times than I could count. Yeah, I should know. She’d held me together when I thought I’d fall apart, even if she didn’t realize it. And maybe that’s why no matter how much she exasperated me, I could never stay mad at her for long. She was my constant storm and my quiet refuge all in one.Princess Miranda, on the other hand, was becoming a thorn in my side. Scratch that—she was the thorn. She refused to take no for an answer, clinging to me like a curse I couldn’t shake. My patience was thinning by the second. My s
EdwinaSteven came by every day to see me, begging—no, pleading—for my forgiveness. He kept insisting he had only been looking out for me, but the truth was, he hadn’t. Not really. He had delivered the news of Justice’s—Max’s—identity in the worst way possible. He hadn’t done it for me; he had done it for himself. He wanted Max out of my life, and he hadn’t cared how that would shatter me.How could he not think of me? Even if he didn’t know about my feelings for Max, shouldn’t he have shown a little consideration? A little compassion? Instead, he had been selfish, and now I was left with the wreckage. Forgiveness would come eventually—I knew myself well enough to know I couldn’t hold on forever—but right now, it was too raw, too jagged to touch without bleeding.Now that the truth was out—that Max was a prince, a damn prince—it no longer felt right to keep working at the restaurant, so I quit. My sisters didn’t see any problem with it. If anything, they were dazzled by him. They s
Maximillian “No, they wouldn’t have.” I disagreed quietly, shaking my head. My voice sounded smaller than I intended, almost fragile. They wouldn’t have agreed… not after finding out how long I’d lied. Not after everything I kept from them. Cyril was just trying to soften the blow, but I knew better. The truth was poison, and I’d let it drip too long before spilling it all.“Uh… Please, can you help me tell Edwina that I never meant to hurt her?” My throat tightened as I forced the words out. “I would have told her eventually. I just didn’t expect it to be so soon.” God, Edwina. If only I could see her, just once more. Look her in the eyes and explain, not with excuses, but with the truth that had been eating me alive. But she wasn’t here. She didn’t even want to be here. That stung more than anything.“I think seven and a half months is too late,” Cyril said flatly.The words sliced through me. I winced, lowering my eyes. “Right,” I muttered under my breath. He’s right. Too late.
Maximillian No secret could last forever. No matter how much you buried it, it always found a way to claw itself back up, gasping for air until it finally surfaced and sank its teeth into you. I thought I could keep mine hidden for as long as I wanted—hell, I convinced myself I could control it. But I hadn’t factored in Steven’s damn tenacity, his envy, the way he seemed to thrive on sniffing out weaknesses. Maybe he stumbled upon the truth by chance, maybe he went looking for it out of spite. Either way, he caught me. Clean. Exposed me in a way I could never wriggle out of.And the worst part? I wasn’t even sure I wanted to keep hiding anymore. A part of me had been begging for release. Now that they all knew—not in the way I’d hoped, not on my terms—but still, the weight was off my shoulders. I was free. At least, a little. The lies, the fake life, the exhausting performance of being someone I wasn’t… it was over. I could finally stop running.But Edwina. God, Edwina.I was going
Edwina It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. Justice was a prince? And not just any prince, but the Crown Prince of Mercia? No. No way. My mind rebelled against the very idea. Justice—the same man who slept on my floor, who picked fights with me about chores, who stole my bread rolls—was royalty? Impossible.“I know you don’t like Justice, but this is too much, even for you, Steven,” I admonished, my tone firm, though inside my heart was hammering in my chest. This was ridiculous. It had to be. “There’s no way...”“Open your eyes to the truth, Eddie! Why would I fabricate something this… big?” Steven shot back, his eyes blazing. “I went to a store to get you something and guess who I bumped into? His brother! Prince Julian Michel!”“What?” The word scraped out of my throat, rough and weak, as if my body itself rejected it. My gaze locked on Steven in disbelief, my stomach tightening into knots.“Yes. At first I thought he was just… Maximillian, because of the family resemblance, but s