LOGINRoxie's POV “Roxie Merritt, you are hereby stripped of your title as winner of the Queen’s Coffee Competition.”They echoed, looping endlessly in my head until they swallowed every other sound. Grinding into me until it felt like my thoughts had been replaced by that single sentence. My ears rang, my chest constricted, and my breath kept coming shallow and uneven as my body struggled to keep up with the reality settling in.The hall had cleared out quickly, leaving me standing there, alone with her. Briar walked closer, her heels clicking slowly against the wooden floor, with her eyes locked on mine. She stopped a few feet away from me.“Did you really think you would get away with all of it? You really thought you deserved this?” I let out a short, bitter laugh. “And what, you’re the one to decide that?” She scoffed, a quick, dismissive sound, and gestured to herself with a tilt of her hand.“I am the Queen, Roxie. Who else if not me?”My jaw tightened, my hands balled into fist
Roxie’s POV The finalists lined up in front of the Queen, standing shoulder to shoulder. I was among them, and my fingers wouldn’t stop fidgeting as I forced myself to still, smoothing my apron instead, even though there was nothing wrong with it.Yes, I made it to the finals.And it was finally time for the winner to be announced.A tall man in a sharp suit stepped forward, clapping his hands once to get attention. “Ladies and gentlemen, finalists of the Queen’s Coffee Competition!” he called, voice booming and clear. “Let’s give them a round of applause!”Claps and cheers erupted, and I smiled tightly, letting the sound wash over me. My heart was racing, but I kept my posture straight, trying to look composed.“You’ve all come so far,” he said, pacing slightly, gesturing toward us. “From dozens of hopeful cafés, you’ve proven your skill, creativity, and dedication at every stage. You’ve faced challenges, adapted, and shown what it truly means to be worthy of the title of Queen’s
Roxie's POVI shoved the last of the things I 8 needed into the bag, and closed it, my focus already locked on leaving for the palace and the final stage of the competition. My phone rang on the center table, and I stopped when I saw his name on the screen. I grabbed it and answered immediately.“It’s done,” the man said on the other end. “Just like you wanted.”A slow, satisfied smile pulled at my mouth. “Good. I’ll send the rest of your balance immediately.”There was a brief pause, then a soft chuckle on his end. “Pleasure doing business.” The line went dead. I lowered the phone slowly, letting it rest against my chest, and finally let out a long, shuddering breath. The tension that had coiled in me unraveled in a rush that was almost euphoric. My muscles loosened and my heartbeat slowed, but not enough to stop the thrill pulsing through me.Then my phone buzzed again. And again. I glanced down. The screen lit up with photos, one after another. From the angles, they were taken
Briar’s POV Azrael and I were in the private living room, the doors shut and the space quiet except for the low hum of the palace beyond it. The pre semi-finals had taken place a few days ago, and word had finally reached me about Roxie's doing.I was sitting on the couch, relaxed. “I knew Roxie would do something drastic to the leading café,” I said, disbelief threading through my voice. “But I never thought she would poison the entire staff of that cafe. That’s crazy.”Azrael sat relaxed opposite me. His legs were spread wide, one arm resting along the back of his chair, his gaze fixed steadily on me as he listened.“You’re saying you expected sabotage,” he said slowly, his eyes never leaving my face, “but not this.”“Yes,” I replied immediately. “I thought she might try to get them disqualified. Cause a scandal. Damage their reputation. Not send people to the brink of death.”He raised a brow.“You do know that your actions helped create the space for this to happen,” he said.“Y
Roxie’s POVFrom the moment I stepped into the house, I couldn’t stop ranting to Aaron about what I heard from those maids.“They said I might not even make it to the semi-finals. Can you imagine that, Aaron? The queen complimented my tea. She said it was better than the last one!” My hands gestured sharply, my frustration vibrating through every movement.Aaron leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, with a calm expression.“Roxie, you’re not going to lose. The café has everything it needs to move on to the semifinals. You’ll make it.”I shook my head, exhaling sharply. “And what if I don’t? What if I lose? Then all of this, months of work, all of our plans, would be for nothing. Winning this competition is our only shot to getting you better, Aaron.”His voice cut calmly through my panic. “Roxie, listen. You won’t lose, okay? Now go take off your clothes, have a good shower, and relax for a bit. Then come back out. You’ll feel better.”I froze for a second, hesitation flickeri
Roxie’s POV The palace hall was occupied with various café stations lined up in neat rows, and contestants moving around and setting up.It was the pre semi–finals of the competition.Kettles steamed softly, and coffee grinders hummed. The air was layered with the smell of roasted beans, hot milk, sugar, and spice. There was this tension in the atmosphere, like everyone knew how much was at stake but was trying not to show it.I stood at my own station, apron tied tight around my waist as I laid out my tools. My cups, filters and coffee beans I had selected carefully. Everything had its place. I could feel my heart beating faster in excitement.I made it this far.I was here in the pre semi-finals of the competition. I had to take a quick breath to keep myself grounded.Around me, other contestants were already deep into preparation, some focused and silent, others murmuring to themselves as they measured and adjusted. No one was looking at anyone else. I ran my fingers once over th







