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13 Richard's Desperation
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Karima Sa'ad UsmanThank you so much for giving this book a chance. Some of you may wonder why I chose to write two stories at once, one is me experimenting with something new, while the other is closer to my usual style, just without the supernatural twist. I truly hope you’re enjoying this journey. If you are, please don’t forget to leave a comment, review, or drop a gem to help the story grow. I know I haven’t been as active in replying lately. Most of my time goes into writing, and I also care for little David. Still, I prefer to read your comments myself instead of passing the task to someone else, because that’s what keeps me connected to you. Please know that I read them all and will try to respond when I can, even if not as often as before. Your support means everything🤗
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Tempting the Wrong Prince 13 Richard's Desperation
Cassandra's POVThe room had gone unnervingly quiet.A ballroom that should have been filled with music and laughter now thrummed with the tension of two men standing on opposite ends of the same wound, Richard with rage burning in his eyes, Arden with a smirk that dared the world to blink.“A lot has happened, Richard,” Arden warned softly, though his voice carried across the polished floor. “Don’t cause a scene here. Your reputation is still bleeding. Don’t worsen it.”Richard didn’t hear him. Or maybe he didn’t care.“She is my wife, Arden,” he snapped, his voice breaking through the silence like a whip. “You don’t touch my wife.”Arden tilted his head, his smile widening, playful, dangerous. “Or else what, little brother? What will you do if I touch her?”The crowd gasped. The audacity in his words, the sheer provocation, left the air buzzing. Arden wasn’t just unbothered, he looked like he was enjoying himself.Richard’s jaw clenched, his fists trembling at his sides. “Ah, I see
Tempting the Wrong Prince 12 Fire and Silk
Cassandra's POVThe ballroom shimmered in gold and crystal, a stage crafted for perfection. Music floated through the air, violins weaving together with the low hum of conversation. But for me, everything blurred the moment Arden stopped in front of me.His eyes caught mine, steady and knowing.“How have you been?” he asked, voice low enough to belong only to me.I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding. “Fine.”A single word, a flimsy shield.But the knowing look in his eyes stripped it away. He didn’t believe me. The way no one else ever bothered to.I tried to look away, but he tilted his head slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Dance with me.”My chest tightened. “Here?”“Why not?”I hesitated, my gaze flicking toward the sea of eyes watching me from every corner of the room. Already I was a spectacle. Already the whispers had carved me into a scandal.And yet…“Yes,” I said softly.He extended his hand. I placed mine in it, and heat surged through me, undeniab
Tempting the Wrong Prince 11 The King’s Hand
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
Tempting the Wrong Prince 10 Rumours and Roses
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
Tempting the Wrong Prince 09 The Billionaire’s Shadow
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
Tempting the Wrong Prince 08 Exile in Silk
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
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