Lahat ng Kabanata ng PRETEND PRINCESS: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Zara's POV I opened the door and was greeted at once with the reek of smoke, cheap alcohol, and some pungent unknownness. The room was dimly lit with mismatched sofas, flashing screens, bent heads over keyboards, and billows of smoke suspended in mid-air.People in hoodies, ripped jeans, half of whom had tattoos crawling up their necks and faces, all scowling through the fog at their screens like vultures over a carcass.God, this place is vile.I straightened my shoulders, clinging to what was left of my dignity. I didn't want to be inhaling this air for more than a decade."Looking for someone, sweetheart?" a greasy-eyed man with a lip ring sneered from the corner."I need Zed."I was crisp and icy in tone.A hum ran over the tables around us. A few of them looked at one another before one of them pointed down the back. "Booth twelve."I strode across tangled wires and trash-covered soda cans, heels clicking on the filthy floor, hating every second.There, in the corner booth, sat

Yuki's POVI walked into the office today with a brand-new attitude.No more creeping around.No more rolling in terror like a whimp.I had time.Time meant that I lived a little — flirted with the guy that I liked, for goodness' sake — before I vanished off to nowhere, before the reality of what I was ruined my life.I wore a star ensemble today.Bubblegum pink suit.Pants to match.Steep white stilettos.My blonde hair was drawn back into a snatched ponytail, so tight it was virtually a club. Praise God for glue and high-tech wig science, really, or my little secret would have gone sky-high months ago.Concealed under my jacket, I had on a sharp white crop top — crisp, plain, cutting.And the tie? Oh, sweetie, it was accessorized within an inch of its life.Princess Bubblegum pin. A pink bow duo. White Hello Kitty. And a dash of sparkly nonsense.I was a CEO Barbie dream turned reality — and I loved every second of it.I strode into the office as if I owned it.My bubblegum heels ta

Creed's POVFabulous.That was the best my brain could do then.She appeared… amazing.Sweat sprinkled across her forehead, a fine sheen flashing on her skin — and that dress.My God, that dress made her a princess from some faraway, unreachable kingdom.A bright, deep red, cinched just so at the waist, flowing out in liquid silk."You're in the ladies' restroom, Mr. Malcolm," she gasped, breathless, flustered — and outrageously adorable."You can be arrested for privacy… co–…" she stuttered on the word.'Code.'The phrase was privacy code, but I was too engaged in the motion of her lips, too focused on the pounding of my heart.A smile crept across my face, my heart pounding furiously, a warmth I didn't know existed burning in my chest.Do you want my assistance or not?" I queried smugly, the words rushing ahead before my mind caught up to them.I strode further into the minute bathroom, observing a tangible terror flicker across her bright, erratic eyes."I do not want your assistan

Yuki's pov The world felt like it cracked open the moment Zara stormed in.Her heels clacked hard against the pristine marble floor, eyes blazing, chest heaving with wild rage.Heads turned. A hush fell over the entire restaurant. The soft classical music faded beneath the weight of her fury.“There you are, you homewrecker.”Her voice sliced through the air like a knife.I barely had time to blink before she was at our table.“Zara—” Creed stood, his hand rising in a pacifying gesture. “Calm down. This isn’t the place.”“Oh, it’s exactly the place,” she snapped, her voice a sharp, venomous thing. “It’s the perfect place to show this little fraud exactly who she’s messing with.”“Zara—” Creed’s voice was firmer now, but it didn’t matter.Because in one swift, vicious motion —she grabbed the entire plate of food and slammed it down all over me.The warmth of the seared duck breast, the sticky cherry reduction, the buttery smooth potatoes, and the gold-dusted garnish smashed against m

Creeds pov "Yuyu?"My voice came out, rougher than I intended.I felt a quick motion along my side — a turn, as though she were retreating, or hiding out.This was murdering me.I breathed in and spoke a word, quietly, as though each of my words was ripping something away."Sorry. I'm. so sorry, Yuyu. I shouldn't have let that occur. I should have defended you. You didn't have to endure that — not from Zara, not from that restaurant, not from me. I don't care what anyone else thinks. you're important to me. I don't even recall when it occurred, or how, but somewhere along the way, you. you invaded my brain. And tonight made me realize just how much."I swallowed."You didn't deserve any of it. And I hate that I'm part of the reason you're hurting. I'll fix it, I swear. Whatever it takes… I'll make this right."The silence lingered, broken only by the far-off thrum of the city outside and Suzu's breathing by the door.Then her voice — tiny, exhausted, but so heartbreakingly gentle."I