All Chapters of The Girl Who Loved Two Princes: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I understood all too well what would happen now. The House of Arden and the House of Condor were on poor terms as it was. The House of Arden must know about the prince's betrayal by now, or soon would. It would be all about reaction and politics and the dormant feud flaring back up between the two houses. And they were both, King Henry and Duke Arden, merciless men. It seemed Terres Somnia's darkest hour had come after all and there might be war. How could Aaron be this reckless? Couldn't he at least have been discreet if he had to revert to a past hubris at such a crucial time? With one more sip of whiskey to wash down the heartache, I called for my car. I had to leave before Henry found me and tried to manipulate me. I had to buy some time to think. I knew about the scandal that had resulted in Aaron's fiancée being born the bastard child of Duke Arden. Having myself been labelled a bastard on occasion, I found myself thinking of the girl from small town Rosa. She would not be tre

"Where are we going?" I asked as Bart ushered me down the stairs. He offered no response as we made our way to the limousine where his parents awaited us. An eerie silence enveloped me as I got into the vehicle. The luxury car was like a tomb. While three cold pairs of eyes stayed glued to their phones, my eyes landed on my father. "Stop staring," Duchess Arden snapped. I looked down immediately, feeling called out and somewhat embarrassed. Duchess Arden gave me a once over, then promptly looked away with another snort. Like it or not, without grandpa's monthly check, my mom and I were broke. I had plans for my life. If I was accepted as a PhD student at the University of Rosa, I would be assigned an advisor for my book next month. The promised handsome sum to meet with my father seemed an insufficient reason to be in that car regardless. How could my mother have gotten us cut off by Grandpa? Did she not know how the duke had no room for me? I scrubbed this last thought from m

It didn't matter to me anyway, I told myself as I stood there frozen. Not long after he left, the loudest alarm I'd ever heard pierced my ears. It seemed sure to fill every corner of even such an estate as this one, which might have been at least half the size of Rosa. Next came the panicking and the screaming as people rushed to exit the house and the mansion descended into chaos. The stranger burst back into the room. A hoodie pulled over his head, he grabbed my hand and said, "Time to go," before breaking into a run with me in tow. "What the hell is happening now?" I yelled in frustration. "It's all perfectly alright. A mere ruse to get you out," he yelled back over all the other screaming voices and the blaring alarm. "What is it with you people? Are none of you sane?" "Afraid not." He laughed and as we rounded a corner, he pulled out his cell phone and yelled into it, "Jesse my man. Ready the car." My calves were to me the only thing louder than the screams of panic. We seem

2018, December 4th "Fuck!" Aaron screamed in agony. It was only for a brief moment. Just a little jab. He would be okay. Zoey justified her actions to herself as she lifted the heel of her 6-inch stiletto off of his shoe just as Jesse was slamming the brakes on the car. Jesse whipped his head back, panicked. "Are you okay, Your Highness?!" "Fine," Aaron grunted through his teeth. Zoey was out of the car before Aaron could recover, but his grimace soon turned into a smile as he watched Zoey's younger brother Bart take his sister's hand and try to lead her off like she was a naughty schoolgirl. Zoey, however, was done taking orders. She marched her way right up to the gates. The guards bowed. "Open it up," she demanded. The guards looked sheepishly at Bart, who was standing behind her. "I, Lady Zoey Arden, demand that you open the gates right now!" No one could have been more surprised at her words than Zoey herself, but both Bart and Aaron were watching her now, stunned. "My L

2019, March 4th Zoey was tossing and turning in her bed. Bart had finally retired to his own room for the night, leaving Zoey alone to watch the clock count down. In 20 minutes, James' deadline would be up. She went through her phone, which Bart had returned to her after much debate and warning, and groaned. The missed calls from Aaron were racking up. Her inbox was full. Zoey's mom had called and left a few messages, too. How would she tell her mom what had happened? But that was a problem for tomorrow. Tonight, she had bigger fish to fry. She texted her mom to let her know that she was okay and that she would call in the morning. 15 minutes left. It would take at least 10 to get to the place where she had met the duke, the prince, earlier that night. It was bizarre. Less so that Duke Beaumont turned out to be a prince. More so that Zoey would have married Aaron at the end of the month without even knowing he had a brother. Did she even know him at all? What else would fall throug