A princess?

“Why should I stay away from Warren?" I demanded.I kept my eyes on Mr. Simon, waiting for an answer. Before, I had never known Warren on a personal level. He was Harvey's rival, even when their businesses weren't in the same major. Warren had helped me more in two days than most people had in years. Why was everyone warning me away from him? Thinking back now, I don't think I've ever asked Harvey why he was enemies with Warren in the first place.Harvey's into raw materials and construction building supplies, while Warren majored solely in law, they should never have been rivals. Mr. Simon didn't reply. He lowered his head as if ashamed. "I'm tired, Mr. Simon. Please tell me what it is so that I can rest,” I sighed, temporarily giving up for the night. "I think it'd be better if Mr. Fletcher tells you his relationship with the Winehouse himself,” he moved backward. "Mr…" I opened my palms in desperation, trying to convince him more, but he bowed and exited the r

Whose Engagement Party?

“Your mother did what?" I repeated, even when I heard him clearly. "Relax. The announcement will still happen,” he said lightly. He placed his hand on my shoulder and patted it gently, a gesture so annoying, I had to bite my tongue. “Get your hands off me," I slapped his hand away and took a step back from him. Didn't Margaret announce my return? I sighed, facepalmed. “I told Harvey to watch the news last night,” I snapped. “If Margaret had announced my return properly, he would already know who I am.” “Calm down, would you?” White rolled his eyes and moved closer to me. "According to the information I read, they're holding an engagement party this morning.” My eyes widened as soon as the words rolled out of his mouth. I grabbed the collar of his white shirt, as if trying to choke him. "What did you say? An engagement party?" I asked, my voice coated in disbelief. Harvey is not a rash man; he never makes unprofitable decisions. A flash marriage is not like H

To His Engagement.

A few minutes later, I was done freshening up.I called two maids into the room and asked them to help me get ready. By the time they placed the final hairpin into my floral updo, I barely recognized the woman in the mirror. She looked like the version of myself I had always wanted to become. “Do you like it, young madam?" One of them asked, but I was lost staring at my own reflection, and I didn't reply. I touched my skin delicately, almost afraid the reflection would disappear. Is this really me? I stood up after a moment and walked to my huge walk-in closet; the two maids trailed behind me slowly. “Help me pick an outfit, one that'll make my ex-husband regret everything." I said, and they immediately began to look through my dresses. When they were done, they brought me a long white dress. The dress was made of silk and chiffon, with diamond trinkets and pearl beads. It looked exquisite in every form and, better still, it was a custom-made evening dress from a

All Chapters of From Doormat To Queendom: Rebirth of the Country's Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

A princess?

Whose Engagement Party?

To His Engagement.