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A GILDED CAGE
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2025-03-28 16:38:13
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PRETEND PRINCESS UNWANTED GUESTS
Zara's POVI had trouble keeping my gaze on the glass of champagne in front of me, much less the mindless chatter of the people around me. My gaze kept drifting—no, burning—toward them.Creed and Yuki.Sitting together, talking, their bodies inclined toward one another in that close, comfortable way. Creed had that lost look in his eyes, the same one that made people want to reach out and touch him, to repair whatever was broken inside. And Yuki—grr, she looked fabulous, as always, in that ridiculous peacock dress.I should have guessed she'd show up looking like a painting.I clenched my jaw.I wasn't jealous. Not of Yuki, at least.I was only. infuriated.I had been avoiding Creed all evening, and that he hadn't bothered to get up and seek me out? Livid."Zara, sweetheart, are you even hearing me?"I snapped back to reality, my rage sharpening into something deadly as I focused on Todd. Ew. Todd.One of the dozens of CreedX Technologies board members, someone I hadn't even known ab
최신 업데이트 : 2025-03-29PRETEND PRINCESS COLD FURY
Zara's POVThe wind slapped me in the face, but it wasn't as icy as the rage burning inside of me.I didn't know how long I'd been unconscious. Five minutes? Ten? Long enough for my toes to go numb in these ridiculous heels.Snow was falling, silent and soft, blanketing the sidewalk in a thin layer of white.I barely registered it.Because all I could see in my mind was him.Creed. And that pestering, silly, fake, peacock-hair girl.Yuyu.Of course it would have to be her. The one person who somehow succeeded in getting me like this.She wasn't even supposed to be here. Why was she here?And why was he looking at her like that?It was stupid. They were stupid.This was not jealousy. I was not jealous. I just—I wanted revenge.I hadn't even known what that was yet, but I was going to learn.Maybe I'd dance with the next fellow who emerged out here. Maybe I'd kiss someone just to defy him. Maybe—Gunfire.I froze.The sound ripped through the air like thunder, echoing from inside the g
최신 업데이트 : 2025-03-31PRETEND PRINCESS MR SICK MALCOLM
Yuki’s POVMy chest felt tight when I saw Zara clinging to Creed.Engaged or not, they were destined to be.At least, that's what it appeared.They moved like two people who had already spent a lifetime together. Whether it was toxic, whether it was a mess, there was a sense of destiny in the way she clung to him.And I hated that I was there, seeing it.I wanted to leave.I wanted to disappear before I saw something that would ruin whatever was left of my night.So I turned, heading towards the door, holding my head up high—like nobody else in that ballroom mattered.It was stupid, but it made me sick.Entitled bitch.I fought with my clutch, gripping it harder as I moved forward, angry that Creed was still standing there, looking at me."Let me take you home," his voice cut through the cold in the air, harsh and unyielding.I hesitated."I think we've had enough of a jumpscare tonight," he went on, his voice almost playful, as if he was trying to make it sound less like a command.I
최신 업데이트 : 2025-03-31PRETEND PRINCESS STAY
Yuki's pov I sighed, leaning back. "Fine. But if you get worse, I'm not giving you a choice."He didn't say anything, just breathed shallowly.By the time we reached his oversized penthouse, the driver helped me get him out of the car."Good luck," he muttered as I struggled to support Creed.Thanks, old guy. Fantastic assistance.I pulled Creed in, the door man nowhere in sight closing the door behind me. The apartment was familiar—contemporary, tidy, too pristine, luxurious.I guided him to his bedroom, barely managing to get him onto the bed before he slumped.He let out a low grunt."You're—" He blinked slowly. "—really strong."I rolled my eyes, removing his shoes. "Yeah, and you're really heavy."He hummed, eyes half-closed. "You're… staying?"I paused.Only until you're settled, I thought.But there was something in the way he looked—**weak, tired, utterly unguarded—**that stopped me.".Yeah," I whispered. God save me from the clutches of this man and keep my identity a fuckin
최신 업데이트 : 2025-04-01PRETEND PRINCESS GUILTY CURDLES
Creed's POVMy head hurt.My body hurt.I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so weird.I was floating, but not in a good way. My legs and arms were too heavy, my chest too warm, and my brain? It was cloudy as hell. Every thought was sluggish, like my brain was wading through thick molasses.But there was one thing that cut through it all.Warmth.Something soft, gentle, was pressed against me, holding me in place.I curled into it, pressing closer instinctively.It felt nice. So warm. So familiar.I buried my face into it, my breath escaping in a slow, shaky sigh.I didn't know what it was, but I knew I didn't want to let go.It smelled… good. Clean, fresh. Something like fabric softener and a hint of citrus.A scent that felt safe.I was too tired to question it. Too hot to care. So I let myself fall into it, my fingers scrabbling at the soft material, pulling it close. It shifted slightly, and I felt a hand—cool against my burning skin—press to my forehead. Then a voice.
최신 업데이트 : 2025-04-02PRETEND PRINCESS SNOW SNOW GO AWAY
Lily's POVI let out a sigh, gazing at my phone well after Yuyu had hung up.This is a mess.I felt guilty—guilty because Yuki was entangled in something risky, guilty because despite him having a thing for Creed, this entire situation was shady as all get-out.Playing pretend to be a girl.Faking that everything was rosy when it was really blue.This was not sustainable.No matter how tough Yuki was, this would destroy him sooner or later.And then, of course, there was Grandpa Roman.I released a sharp breath, resting back against my pillows. Each day that went by made it more and more necessary that I find him a good home.But Yuki would not listen.Not yet.And I could see. I really could.It was painful to lose someone when they're still standing right there in front of you, one of the worst things that could possibly happen to a human being.So I tried not to say anything about it too often.I breathed another slow breath, looking around my bedroom.It was small but cozy—a stand
최신 업데이트 : 2025-04-02PRETEND PRINCESS IN MY HOUSE
Creed's POVI woke up fine.The throbbing headache that had pounded against my head the night before had faded to a nagging pressure. My body wasn't sore anymore like I'd just completed a marathon in a snowstorm, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe through my nose.I blinked repeatedly, adjusting to the faint light filtering through the curtains.The air was. unusual.Not in a bad way, but distinctly. Like the lingering smell of something flowery mixed with the faintest of hints of medicine and something hot—bacon?I sat up slowly, my head tilting slightly as I surveyed the room.A glass of water and medication sat on the bedside table.Had I taken them?I didn't remember.Actually, I didn't remember anything at all.It snowed.I was ill.I went to—My eyes landed on the chair beside my bed on which my clothes were neatly stacked in piles, having been freshly laundered and folded.And I remembered.It hadn't been a dream, was it?I flung the blankets off,
최신 업데이트 : 2025-04-03PRETEND PRINCESS PROVE IT
Creed's pov I smirked, pushing my now-clean plate aside. "Bet."I stood up, stretching some before going to retrieve ingredients. The fridge was as well-stocked as ever, and I had everything I needed. Flour, eggs, milk—easy enough.As I started mixing, I glanced over at her. She'd leaned her elbow on the counter, watching me with open amusement."This is entertaining for you, isn't it?" I guessed, cracking an egg into the batter."Highly," she said, grinning. "Big CEO man making pancakes in an attempt to impress me? That's grade-A entertainment."I rolled my eyes, but I didn't dispute it.While I cooked, she kept talking, interjecting teasing little barbs about my technique. I fired back with a few of my own, and soon we were laughing.It felt so. natural.I couldn't remember the last time I'd laughed like this.By the time I slid the last pancake onto the plate, she was already rubbing her hands together in anticipation."Moment of truth," I said, sliding the plate across the table
최신 업데이트 : 2025-04-04
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PRETEND PRINCESS DINNER WITH SECRETS
Zed's POVI wasn't supposed to show up tonight.I usually only break in through the window of Zara to give her grief. Her window creaks open in the loudest most embarrassing way possible, and the pink plush doormat in front of it? She swore last week to staple a notice to my forehead reading, "Shoes off, rodent."But it's become a ritual—this spontaneous, late-night stop I make. I guess it's more about me needing to see her than it is about her. To hear her complain about my fast food. To sniff at my bruised laptop. To roll her eyes at my intrusion.Tonight, I told you about the new piece of junk I had to buy. "Laptop's dead. Fried itself like an egg in the middle of a decryption cycle. Had to replace it. You know, no big deal, just six hundred hours of work down the drain," I declared dramatically as I climbed in.She said nothing.Not even a snort.I even waved the aluminum tray of birria tacos under her nose—a surefire method of getting her complaining about the way her room was go
PRETEND PRINCESS WORSE THAN I THOUGHT
Yuki's pov Five days. Five nasty, soul-destroying, dream-killing, hair-ripping, days in the office of Sheng Li.The office itself, I see, is also known as Shenglutec, which the Japanese apparently find so profound about "path of the victorious" or some maudlin tripe like that. I should think it has a better title, Shengluhell, though.By day two, I was sure this woman was not strict—she was demonic. By day three, I was sure she was out for blood. By day four, I suspected she might just be a vampire. And by today—day five—I was sure of one thing: I was losing my damn mind.I never thought I would ever miss the warmth, hospitality, and casual murmurings of my former place of employment. But by Lord, I would trade my soul for a mug of that sterile familiarity at present. There were people who laughed. There were people who breathed. There was a place I could live.But here? All things were grey.The lights? Grey. The walls? Grey. The people? Grey-eyed zombies. Actual walking corpses in
PRETEND PRINCESS NEW NIGHTMARE
Yuki's POVIt only got worse.Much, much worse.Whatever joy I had clung to at the start of the week had been sucked dry like the last drop of soda from a paper straw. My sense of humor was dry. My sarcasm was wilted. My sparkle? Dull.Miss Boss Chic, born of a damned Chanel purse and a vat of cold bitterness, had it as a bloody habit to visit our office every 72 hours. Not once a week. Not when she felt like it. Every. Damn. Seventy-two. Hours. Like a broken time loop created in the devil's HR department.Last week had been hell.She treated us like animals. No—like combatants in a war zone of spreadsheets, emails, and caffeine withdrawal symptoms. Her lips seldom curled up into anything approximating a smile. They usually curled up into snarls or sneers. And she growled more than she ever spoke.In Japanese.fortunate cunt.She knew i couldn't always understand her, and I was certain she did it just to gain control. The rest of us had to make educated guesses from context and read h
PRETEND PRINCESS EVEN IN MY NIGHTMARES
Creed's POVI was barely hanging by the thread by the time the meeting ended.I did not even realize how I was answering the questions. Or if I was even answering them at all. My head was a foggy mixture of lip gloss, swaying pink stilettos, and breathy whispers. My lower back ached where the sweat was congealing there under my shirt. My jaw ached from how hard I was clenching it. Each breath scraped like it was ripping through my ribs.I didn't say a word to anyone. Not even when my assistant, Becky, tried to bring me more files. I grunted at her, having trouble not yelling at her about the pink lipstick. She went white and nodded quickly and backed away like I was a bomb.Maybe I was.I locked myself into my office and just. stood. For minutes. Hours? I had no clue.I could still see him.Yuki.Yuyu.Dancing in my head like a damn fever dream. That slick mouth curling around filthy words. That wig swishing a little bit every time he nodded his head. Those long fingers licking throu
PRETEND PRINCESS A MIRAGE IN LIP GLOSS
Creed's POVI didn't sleep much last night. Not that I ever really sleep anymore. It's like, closing my eyes is an invitation for him, that annoying guy with the lip gloss and pink pant suits and perpetual ruin. Yuki Roman. Yuyu Roman. Whatever name he's going by this week, who cares. He's always tagging along behind me.And here I was, across the sprawling obsidian table, trying to focus on the droning voices of suit-wearing men with expensive cologne and stale paper smells. I had a headache. Not any headache—the kind that presses behind your eyes and makes you want to scurry under a desk."Creed X needs to step up," someone was saying."Revenue shares are off thirty-two percent this quarter.""Investors haven't invested a dime in nearly a month. It's as if the spark vanished."Spark.I knew exactly what that referred to. Or rather, whom.Yuki Roman. That wicked walking confetti bomb in stilettos. The chaos. The pink. The shine. The attitude. The absurdity. The genius."You shrugged
PRETEND PRINCESS THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA
Yuki's povFriday already, and I walked into the office looking a whole lot better than I had all week. Something about waking up without crying counted as a victory, I guess. I had on my favorite pink pantsuit, fitted in the right places, flared in the right places, over a white blazer and over a white crop top that was wrapped around me like a best friend's hug. Whoever gave the assignment to get me to stop dressing like Yu-Yu Roman because I was a boy must not have been the one. Yu-Yu Roman was not a costume; it was me. Me fabulous, me bold, me crazy. Yuki wearing a wig. And no, I didn't mind if that made people nuts. In fact, that was half the fun. And although I didn't have the one thing that burned in my heart at the moment—Creed—I still needed to be me. For Grandpa. For Mom and Dad who watched from heaven. For myself.I stopped at the entrance of the workspace and put my hands together in a quick prayer gesture. "Let today be fabulous," I said quietly. "And keep the haters in
PRETEND PRINCESS NOT SO HOLLOW
Yuki's POVI wrapped my knees around my chest, buried my head, and let myself fall into the quiet. Just for an instant. Just until the false voices stopped in my head."Hey," I spoke softly to nothing. "If you were here… I think I'd be okay."But he wasn't. And neither was I. So I let the quiet overtake meEven without Creed,and his pretty features and shary mouth .I still had Lily. My best friend. My sister from another mister. The only one who got all my colors, from cotton-candy pink to black rage. And though it looked like we were floating away, tangled in our own lives, what better time to pull her close than now? Especially when every corner of me felt empty and paper-thin.And I missed Grandpa Roman. My forever cranky sunshine. I'd not heard his deep voice in days, had not seen his sleepy grin, had not made fun of his horrid sock choices. I felt lost.So I phoned.The screen flashed, the spinning loading wheel whirring like a worried dancer across the stage. And then Lily's fa
PRETEND PRINCESS FIND MY WAY HOME
Yuki's POVI was pissed. Incandescent with anger. Japan wasn't like America, and I was suddenly bitching out,at my state of distress. Already a minute to midnight and running out of battery.The streets of Tokyo, which had once been so vibrant and alive, had grown quiet and deserted, and I was left with only my thoughts and the faint light of streetlamps. I had roamed the city streets, trying to clear my head, but now I couldn't find any familiar landmarks. The city's maze-like streets and the absence of street names made things no easier."Fine," I complained, lowering my voice to an impersonation of Creed's. "Miss Roman, how did you get lost?"I continued with the act, playing the two parts."Well, Mr. Creed, I took a walk to calm my head and ended up. here.""Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant."I signed, feeling the weight of it all crashing down on me. "Something must be really, really wrong with me," I whispered.I wandered along the streets, the maze-like layout of the city not he
PRETEND PRINCESS ANGRY BIRD
Yuki's POVI was tired.No—tiredness was for ordinary people who had to deal with traffic and taxes and misplace where they left their keys.Me? Fatigue. Soul-burned. Heart-frost. Libido-dead. It had been what, two million years since I'd had sex? Okay, not that long but in Yuki time, that was practically Jurassic.And I knew I was exaggerating—but I'm a drama queen. Or was.Recently, I was just. ugh. Even the people I work with noticed. And let's be real: when I bring the bad energy, it's officially doomsday. Usually, I'm the one bouncing around like a human glitter cannon, dispensing sarcasm and skipping through patients' rooms with brightly colored hairpins and irresponsibly sweet coffee. Today,Today, I sat behind my desk like a cheap Squidward.You okay?" Jim whispered by, a tray in her hand and that knowing frown on her face."Peachy," I growled, poking at the keyboard as if it offended me personally.She didn't believe me. No one did.Because I wasn't okay.Nothing was okay.I
