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The Princess I Hate to Love: The Heir Affair Duet Chapter 1
When I imagined my wedding night, I never expected that I’d be standing outside my beloved wife’s bedroom door, pounding on it to let me inside.“You can’t avoid me forever!” I pounded my fist one last time against the expensive wood.“Of course I can. Have you seen this place? It’s fucking huge!”I heard what sounded like rustling. I closed my eyes, leaning my forehead against the door. I’d imagined helping Niamh out of her wedding dress, but here I was, a dog barking at the door to be let in.“Niamh,” I said, forcing calm into my voice. “We need to talk.”“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m tired. Go away.”I growled. I jiggled the knob, but it stayed firmly locked. Someone cleared their throat behind me, and I turned to see my secretary Arthur Laurent, who was studiously avoiding looking at the locked door.“Would you like me to procure the key from Madam LeRoux, Your Highness?” he asked in French. While I spoke English solely with my American bride, I rarel
The Princess I Hate to Love: The Heir Affair Duet Chapter 2
Flashbulbs from cameras made me wince. I was standing with my arm around Niamh in front of the royal family’s villa outside the capital, Saint Henri, a group of photographers and journalists having just arrived for a brief interview.Niamh was barely smiling. I leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Look happy.” She widened her smile until she looked demonic.“How are you two enjoying married life?” a woman asked in French.I replied in English, “We’re getting to know each other even better now, which is why we chose to honeymoon here in Saint Henri.”Every time a royal family member vacationed here, the little seaside town’s economy was boosted. Niamh and I wore clothes made from a local designer, and we were scheduled to appear at a popular seafood restaurant later that week.“This place is beautiful,” said Niamh.The journalist kept the microphone near me, which irked me. Although the press was insatiably curious about my new American bride, they also disliked that I’
The Princess I Hate to Love: The Heir Affair Duet Chapter 3
Two months agoI tossed the tabloid into the nearest trash bin. “This is already a fucking disaster,” I muttered, rubbing my face.Laurent didn’t react to my swearing, except to say, “Anything else I can do for you, Your Highness?”“No, nothing. You’ve done everything you could.”Laurent bowed and left me to stew in my office. Once Niamh had agreed to our engagement, after a lot of arguing, swearing, and threats of castrating me, the news of our engagement became the most important topic in the palace. My parents had taken the news with a surprising level of equanimity. I’d expected them to rail against it or to demand that I find someone more suitable.But neither of them had said those things. My mother, ever the polished royal, had merely said, “Then we have a lot of work to do, don’t we?”I’d been naive to think releasing the news of our impromptu engagement would be simple. We’d simply write a press release, do a few interviews, take a few photos, and voila. Done
The Princess I Hate to Love: The Heir Affair Duet Chapter 4
Present DayWhen Laurent handed me a breakfast tray himself, I said, “What happened?”“Why should anything be amiss? I’m simply serving Your Highness.”I glowered. “Either tell me what’s happened or I’ll throw you in the dungeon.”“I’m afraid you’ll have to settle for tossing me into the wine cellar.” Laurent cleared his throat then gestured at my phone. “It should be in your inbox.”He scurried off before I could open the email. When I clicked the link, it took me to a tabloid story featuring our interview yesterday.Miss Gallagher doesn’t seem to be enjoying royal life, does she? Apparently, there’s no reason to smile when you’re a princess married to the handsome prince! Perhaps the luxury isn’t up to her usual standards. What could be explained as pre-wedding jitters seems to have become acting rather high in the instep.The article, if you could even call it that, continued in a similar vein. My temples started throbbing. Once again, I’d been right: Niamh’s sarcasm wa
The Princess I Hate to Love: The Heir Affair Duet Chapter 5
Two weeks agoI’d never thought much about my wedding day. Not to be stereotypical, but it held little appeal for the groom. Besides, I’d always known I’d have little say in who I was marrying. I’d marry some suitable royal or aristocrat, or perhaps an eligible heiress, and the palace would plan the ceremony down to the colors of the napkins at the reception.I would just be there to say the vows and kiss the bride.On my wedding day to Niamh, however, I found myself staring at Laurent as he repeated, “We can’t find your fiancée, Your Highness.”It was so absurd, and so…expected, that I let out a loud laugh. I turned to the mirror, adjusting the sash crossing my chest. I even wore a sword at my left side. It wasn’t sharpened, which was a good thing, considering Laurent looked as though he’d like to run himself through.“She most likely wanted a bit of time alone before the ceremony.” I adjusted my cuffs. “She won’t run.”Niamh was many things—menace, brat, siren—but she was
The Princess I Hate to Love: The Heir Affair Duet Chapter 6
Present dayWhen I found my wife outside, sunbathing next to the pool, I found myself transfixed. She was topless, and my hungry gaze lapped up the sight. I felt a little like some creepy voyeur, but my brain was short-circuiting. It wasn’t capable of logic or propriety. It sure as hell wasn’t capable of self-control.Blood rushed to my cock. When I’d first seen her tits at the hotel in Paris, they’d been a glorious sight to behold. Small and pale with puffy, rosy nipples. I’d sucked on them on two occasions now. My wife squirmed and moaned when I played with her sensitive nipples.At the moment, her skin gleamed in the sunshine, and she looked warm and supple. I had the strongest urge to go over to her and, sitting on the edge of her lounge chair, lean down and dig my fingers into her hair. Then I’d kiss her until she was begging me to touch her.My thoughts were interrupted with the sound of Niamh noticing my presence. To my immense frustration, she squeaked and grabb
The Princess I Hate to Love: The Heir Affair Duet Chapter 7
Niamh was quiet the majority of our trip back to the palace. By the time we arrived, she’d only said maybe a dozen words to me. She also kept avoiding my gaze.Either she was upset or she was keeping something from me.It took all of an hour before I discovered, exactly, what she was hiding from me.“Kittens,” I said, staring at the three balls of fur playing on the floor. “You brought the kittens.”Niamh tried to look guilty. “I couldn’t leave them there, could I?”The black kitten was now chewing on the tie of my left shoe. “How did my saying ‘leave them be’ translate to ‘bring them to the palace and let them roam the kitchens’?”“You know I don’t speak French.”I growled deep in my throat, but apparently it was such a terrifying sound that the kittens immediately puffed up and one even hissed. The mother cat, who was sitting in a window a few meters away, merely gave me a look that seemed to say, Please don’t rile the children.“Your argument falls apart when you
The Princess I Hate to Love: The Heir Affair Duet Chapter 8
At breakfast three days after the artist scholarship event, I nearly choked on a bite of egg when Niamh said to me, “I need to talk to my dad first.”We’d discovered through our own contacts that Connor Gallagher was, in fact, sniffing around the press. He’d hinted that he possessed information worth its weight in gold and that he was willing to sell that information for a tidy sum.I hadn’t been surprised that Niamh’s father continued to be a conniving bastard. He wasn’t about to keep the secret that I was a bastard to himself, not when he could profit off of it.I’d informed Laurent and the palace press office immediately that Connor Gallagher claimed to have information that could damage the royal family. I’d been tempted to disclose what that information was, but I’d decided it was better that the fewer people who knew the truth, the better.“You want to talk to him first,” I repeated slowly. “Why?”“Because I want to understand why he’s doing this. And I want to see if
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