All Chapters of Betrayed Princess: Reborn in Vengeance : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

NORMANI.I hated the address the moment I saw it and to think that I was actually excited for him to send it. I looked at the building on google map and more irritation set in my mind. It was not his house. It wasn’t a penthouse like they do in the movies, it was a fucking hotel. I stared at the hotel building like something filthy yet, I wanted to see him. I was curious. For the first time in my life my curiosity beat my ego. Wow! Who the hell was this man and what kind of spell did he cast on Princess Normani?I drove my car to an hotel to see him and that fucking hurt me. I was supposed to turn around, to leave and block him and act like he doesn’t exist but here I was stopping in front of the crude address he sent me. I told myself it was curiosity, not weakness. I wanted to hear what he had to say, nothing more. And I stepped out of my car, feeling so uncomfortable. I only ever came to the hotel for buiness meetings, nothing less than that but here I was here to meet a man I didn

SHAWN. I didn’t know what to tell Normani. My mouth opened, but the words stayed locked somewhere in my chest. I couldn’t possibly tell her the truth, I couldn't even tell her half of it. It didn’t matter that we weren’t officially together. It didn’t matter that what we had between us was just sex partner yet but I kept tugging on at the edges thinking this was going to be permanent even when I knew it was nearly impossible not with the chains that were binding me. Also, it felt so wrong to say it out loud. How do you tell a woman you are fucking that your girlfriend was waiting for you at home? There was no neat or clean way to say it without cutting her. Without making her feel like she was a fling. I hesitated, and of course she saw it. Normani was sharper than she looked. Her beauty could deceive a man and make it seem like that was all she was good at, being beautiful. Her gaze was a blade dressed up as silk. However, her gaze didn't hold anger. It didn't disappoint. It held

SHAWN. Three days later, I was in the middle of dangerous men from all over the city, serving them drinks. My eyes blazed with fire, but I dared not act toward them. These were ancient men who commanded this darkness that I found myself in. These men were the power behind the Don position, and I had to act like I was okay with being here. As though I didn’t want to curl myself in Normani’s hands and inhale her sweet, natural perfume.Jackie was beside me, poised and regal as always, watching with the same attention as myself. The smoke in the room didn’t seem to bother anyone, but I couldn't help but think about how much it was going to bother Normani. Pretty sure she was going to be scrunching up her nose and coughing. I could feel the weight of their stares. Every movement I made, every glass I placed on the polished table, was an unspoken test. I knew it, Jackie knew it, and most of all, her father knew it. This was the beginning of being Don, the very start of this darkness.One

NORMANI. I could feel his eyes pressed on the back of my neck. He was staring at me, and I could feel it. I knew even without being told that Shawn’s stare was burning into the back of my head. But I didn’t turn. I couldn’t. If I met his gaze, if I saw him standing there with her, that beautiful woman beside him, it would break something in me that I had worked too hard to hold together. And here I was trying so hard not to look at him and his girlfriend. I still wondered why she had to lie. Why did she say that there was nothing between her and Shawn? I knew she was smart, but I was hoping she wouldn’t find out about our relationship. Knowing they were behind me did something to me. I hated the feeling, knowing he was behind me with another woman.I stood there letting the party unfold, acting like I couldn’t smell them from where I stood. I could hear their little gestures; they were talking and laughing. I didn't want to turn around and see the way he behaved with her because I

George I watched Becky scroll through the comments like someone skimming a list of verdicts with that serious gaze, her eyeballs kept moving from one to the other. She read aloud, her tone dripped with anger, and I could tell that if she had the chance to destroy all of the people who left the comment, she would.“Look at this one, George: ‘He married above his station and she’s pretending she didn’t know.’” She flings the phone onto the couch, and the sound sounds like the anger she felt. I had also been peeking at the comments, and they were nasty. Whoever dropped all those comments was really mean. I wasn't shocked, though; the internet had always been a tacky place. They knew how to say the most hurtful words. They knew how to hurt people even when they didn't know the full story. Mom had refused to speak to me after that scene, and she wasn't my major concern at the moment. No.My chance of being the Don was tiny now. They now all think I was some liar, and I was humiliated in f