Cassandra’s POVThe moment I entered the hall, the air shifted.Music faltered, voices hushed, champagne glasses stilled. For a heartbeat, the glittering crowd of nobles and dignitaries simply stared.And then the whispers began.Some smiled, faint and polite, their curiosity veiled with admiration. Others looked at me with open disdain, their lips curling in scorn. Those ones belonged to Ivana’s camp. Loyalists who would never forgive me for disrupting their perfect narrative.I kept walking. Head high. Shoulders back. My emerald gown flowed around me like liquid fire, every step a declaration: I would not cower.But inside, my pulse throbbed in my throat.The gala lights gleamed, chandeliers casting gold across the marble floor. Perfume hung thick in the air. The entire court had gathered under the guise of charity, but I knew better. This wasn’t philanthropy. This was a spectacle.And I was the main attraction.My mother was the first to break ranks.She rushed toward me, satin ski
Cassandra’s POVFour days.That was how long I had been gone from the palace. Four days since I detonated Richard’s carefully polished image and walked away from the life everyone thought I would cling to forever.And in those four days, my phone hadn’t stopped buzzing.Richard called me morning, noon, night. He left voicemails, one after the other, his voice breaking, begging, swearing.Sandra, please, answer me. Just once.You know I love you. You know I never cheated.Rachel meant nothing to me. The children… they don’t change what we have.Tell me where you are. I’ll come. I’ll bring you home.He even sent texts, endless messages: apologies, declarations, pleas.I didn’t respond to any of them.My thumb hovered more than once over the screen, aching to reply, aching to tell him exactly what his betrayal had done to me. But I stopped myself every time.Because deep down, I didn’t expect him to care this much.And that, more than anything, shook me.He hadn’t been this desperate whe
Cassandra’s POVThe villa doors opened before we even reached them. Two maids stood in the entryway, bowing deeply as if they’d been waiting all evening for my arrival. Their composure was professional, but I caught the flicker of curiosity in their eyes, the kind reserved for servants who knew more than they would ever dare to say aloud.“Welcome, Your Highness,” the taller one said softly. “We’ve prepared your room.”Of course they had.Arden must have called ahead.The thought tightened something in my chest. He had orchestrated this, not just the driver, not just the car, everything. Even here, in this private refuge, his presence lingered. I was breathing because of his decision. Living, for now, in his shadow.And wasn’t that dangerous?Diana and I followed the maids inside. The villa was breathtaking. High ceilings arched overhead, modern chandeliers glowed warmly, and glass walls opened to sweeping gardens lit by discreet lanterns. Everything about it spoke of wealth without o
Cassandra’s POVThe limousine slowed, the hum of the engine softening as the driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror.“Where would you like me to take you, Your Highness?”The question landed heavier than I expected.Where would I like to go?For the first time in my life, I didn’t have an answer.I stared out at the streets as they rolled past, a blur of lights, shops, and strangers living lives untouched by crowns or scandals. Ordinary lives. Lives I had never known.My father’s voice echoed in my mind: I can’t house you. I made a deal with Queen Ivana.Translation: You’re on your own, Sandra.The truth dug into my chest. I had nowhere. No home. No plan. I had never lived outside the royal circle. Every part of my existence had been curated by titles, security, and obligation.Was I reckless to walk out? Irrational?For a second, doubt clawed at me. Maybe I had been too impulsive. Maybe I should have swallowed the humiliation, the insult, the betrayal, and stayed where I was pro
Cassandra’s POVThe front doors of the palace opened with a heavy groan.My father walked in, his face a thundercloud.“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was low, stern, carrying the authority of a man who thought his word still mattered.I didn’t flinch. “I’m moving out of the palace.”His jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. “You can’t divorce the Crown Prince. You know it doesn’t work that way.”I shrugged. “Then I’ll live divorced in spirit.”His eyes narrowed. “And where will you go? Because hear me well, Sandra, I can’t house you. I made a deal with Queen Ivana. I can’t break it. You’ll ruin everything.”My laugh was bitter, sharp. “So you sold your daughter for a seat at the table?”His face hardened. “I did it for your future.”“No,” I whispered, my voice like a blade. “You did it for yours.”He took a step closer, softening his tone. “Please, Sandy. Don’t throw everything away over this. Be strategic. Play the game. When you’re queen, then you can take you
Cassandra’s POVIvana never broke her promises.The next morning, she summoned my parents.They arrived at the palace with stiff backs and tighter expressions, every step echoing their shame. My father didn’t meet my eyes. My mother, pale and dignified, looked like a ghost of herself.Whatever they thought of Ivana now, it didn’t matter. They had made their bargain long ago. Now they were swallowing the cost.“You’ll have to be strong,” my mother whispered to me in the corridor, her fingers brushing mine. “Rachel may have given him children, but she’ll never be you. Play your part. When you’re queen, you can make them pay.”I stared at her, cold. “I don’t want revenge, Mother. I want peace.”But she didn’t hear me. Or maybe she didn’t care. To her, this was the price of power.The king was informed of the press conference. He didn’t approve. But he didn’t stop it, either.And that silence said everything.By evening, the royal hall had been transformed into a stage. Journalists filled