All Chapters of The Alpha Prince's Personal Maid : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Y-you’re not thinking clearly, James!” She shouts, eyes wide, sweat pooling above her brows. “Please… please don't do this to me!” James’ face is void of any emotion. Nothing like the man she had spent three years of her life with. Nothing like the man who had fallen on his knees three months ago, and proposed with a huge smile on his face and a promise of forever. “I can't do this anymore, Belle.” James sighs, resigned. “I can't.. I can't keep pretending like this.” Bella is frantic. Anyone would be if they were currently being pushed toward the edge of a ten story building. “I'm sure we can work something out… we can…I'll talk to my dad about it.” She swallows heavily, wiping her tears with the back of her palm. “We'll call off the engagement. We'll go our separate ways! We don't need to see each other anymore.” Her voice softens. “Just please…” Their eyes meet and she tries again, “Think of us. Of our memories. Of everything we've been through…” Belle hoped to kill

"Can you stop touching everything!?" The maid who Belle discovers her name is Rose halfway down here, snaps at her. She scowls but keeps her hand down, 'everything' is an overreach isn't it? She just touched a few beautiful artifacts, and it's not her fault really.... the whole space is like museum in real time, Belle wishes she could take pictures to take back home. If she goes back home. "I'm coming." She replies, steps hurried to meet up with Rose who's now leading her into the massive kitchen. They reach the entrance, and her mouth drops. The kitchen is enormous, far bigger than any kitchen she's ever seen, with long rows of wooden tables arranged in rows, knifes being sharpened in corner, and in another vegetables are being sliced. And the noise, heavens, it is like everybody is talking at the same time, loud and overwhelming. Servants rush back and forth, carrying trays, some tasting foods, others shouting orders. The air is hot, mingled with the sweet scen

DARIAN'S POV Alpha Prince. Alpha Prince.Alpha Prince.These words had been drilled into his head over and over and over. His father had been a great Alpha king, before he got hit with an incurable sickness...and now he was supposed to continue his father's legacy. As King. But becoming the king of Moonveil wasn't as enticing as people thought it was. He had to fight for his place, not only that but he has to find a mate before the coronation, as tradition demands. But Darian had never been interested in any of the Omega that had been presented to him or human noblewomen who threw themselves at his feet in hopes of gaining his attention.And getting a mate whom he didn't like sounded like torture to him. Because they were all the same, greedy for attention and power. Well, until he met her. The clumsy, untrained, but defiant new maid. He didn't even remember approving a new servant. Matters like that were beneath the king-to-be. His mother took care of the palace staff. But

Belle's POV. Belle’s bad luck just wouldn't end. Asides the fact that she was just killed by her ex- fiance, and woke up as a maid in a foreign land.. She also realizes that the other maids don't like her for whatever reason. And the only one that seemed to like her, Miss Stella, has been missing since she was called after pulling her out from the Prince's bath. Then counting her run in with that Alpha Prince...twice on her first day! And now, even though she's supposed to be staying clear from the prince, the second matron had just somehow decided that she was a 'good pick' to join the entourage of other servants serving in the small banquet that was being held to host the Prince's potential mates. Belle had tried to protest, ask for anything else, but no. The older woman's mind was already made up. For someone like Belle, who hasn't worked these kind of jobs a day in her life, carrying a tray full of soups down that long hallway was a hard task. Her muscles and legs hu

Belle's POV Belle can't stop replying that moment. Again. And again. And again. Even in the comforting silence of Miss Stella's room, lying on the thin sleeping mat, sleep refuses to come. But more than the fear that came with, it was the chilling realization that the Prince's eyes were pinned solely on her during the whole ordeal. She couldn't tell if he was angry at her....or at the staff. But one thing was clear, she needed to stay clear from the Prince of Moonveil. There was just something really off about what happened earlier, and somehow, deep down, she knows it has to do with her even if she can't tell how. But now, she can't shake the feeling off. The other maids were also too shaken to confront her after, and she was allowed to leave after David finally calmed Prince Darian, and before long, all of them were dismissed for the day. The mate banquet no longer held even. The guards had strategically led the guests back to their chambers, after infor