บททั้งหมดของ The Royal Prince’s Destined Bride: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

“That’s enough.” Felix’s voice was firm, and as he stood, all the attention in the room rushed to him. A prince, through and through. My face was scarlet behind my mask, and I was fighting back tears. What was supposed to be my greatest triumph had turned into yet another embarrassment. Maybe Nadi

MILA When I arrived in the royal kitchens, I was surprised to see my ingredients all laid out for me already–I simply needed to assemble the pies and zest the prickly pears. I decided the best thing I could do was focus on my work, and not try to freak out about why Felix could possibly be summoni

MILA Isabella leaned against a pillar. Even her nightclothes were elegant and expensive. It was a shame her face was always so pinched and angry. “Sneaking into the Prince’s room?” she asked while raising an eyebrow. My face flushed, but I said nothing. “He’s not even in there,” Isabella conti

MILA I barely slept that night. I tossed and turned in that little bed, hyper-aware of Fiona sleeping soundly a few feet away. I knew she didn’t buy my story about going for a walk, but I knew better than to pick a fight with her. I already had enough enemies as it was with Lady Isabella. And

MILA Nerves flooded my body. I had come so far, only for my cover to be blown by this supreme jerk. It felt like I was back in the restaurant all those years ago, his grip on me never loosening. “It’s Miya,” I said quickly. “I wear a mask due to a facial injury. I don’t believe we’ve met, sir. B