A Principessa's Ledger Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

His voice was cold and it held a promise. "I, Hazel Del Mundo, swear my allegiance to you, the Lycan prince of Black Waters kingdom. I promise to be loyal, to follow the Kingdom's rules and obey them." I looked him deep in the eyes as I swore my allegiance to him and he looked back at me, his face void of any emotions. He didn't say anything, instead, he turned his head to Monalisa. It was her turn to swear her allegiance to him. "I, Monalisa Hernandez, swear my allegiance to you, the Lycan prince of Black Waters kingdom. I promise to be loyal, follow the Kingdom's rules and obey them."Monalisa said, the prince turned around and walked away without saying anything.

Even in my visions, I don’t think I ever heard or saw the princess,’ I thought as I quietly watched Lewis as he interacted with the prince. ‘Ahhh!’ Suddenly, my eyes widened in realization. ‘No… I remember now… there was a princess in my vision…’ ‘But in my vision… the princess was ambushed by the enemies when she was on her way back to the palace. And if I remember it correctly… the princess…’ ‘Didn’t she die the next day when the prince visited Alec’s pack?’ I thought as I stood up in panic. ‘That… isn’t that today?’

He looks up and I follow his gaze to a beautiful young woman with glistening blonde hair standing before us in simple but clean clothing. "My Prince," she bows less formally than the seneschal but no less deeply. She doesn't acknowledge me, doesn't even look my way, her eyes are purely for her lord. "You will address my lady," he replies curtly, irritated, "She is Prima." The girl is unable to hide her shock. "But she is human." "She is Prima," he growls. "Or do you question your prince?" The girl falls to the ground, groveling before us, her forehead hitting the marble with so much force as to make a resounding thunk that echoes in the chamber.

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty One Alexander’s POV "We ventured deep into the treacherous woods, father," the Prince began, his voice steady. "Under the moon's luminous embrace, our pack united, strong and relentless. With courage in our hearts, we faced the dreaded vampire horde." He continued, detailing the fierce battles and the hardships they endured during their quest to defeat the vampire menace. Each word painted a vivid picture of the clashes between the Lycans and the vampires, describing the Lycans' valor and the relentless nature of the vampire queen's forces.

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

"So what? The prince said he would protect me. Even if I killed a little wench like you, nothing would happen to me. I am the woman the prince married. What can a mere merchant's daughter use to fight me?" Lydia tore my clothes completely open as everyone watched. Lydia picked up a quill and walked toward me with a provocative smile as my maids and senior attendants desperately tried to stop her. "What a beautiful figure. What a pity it has to be marked with the word harlot. This is a special alchemical ink that won't fade. You better remember this humiliation well, you fake princess. Don't seduce men you should never covet again!" I gritted my teeth and glared at Lydia. Just as she was abou

The trap was set, and right on cue, our princess rounded the corner at full speed and crashed directly into me. I locked my hungry eyes onto her. Vincenzo seamlessly slid behind her, trapping her in place the exact moment she tilted her head up to meet my gaze. "Ti sei persa, principessa?" (Are you lost princess?) I growled, deliberately sending a wave of pure terror through the poor soul standing before me.

There, tucked neatly beneath the pillows of her bed, lay a leather-bound book. Her breath stilled. The missing ledger. The very one Damien had torn the palace apart searching for after the last assassination attempt. Her hands trembled as she drew it out, the leather cool beneath her palms. She opened it, candlelight flickering over rows of neat script names, dates, and amounts. Payments are made to men and women across the palace. Nobles, guards, even servants. The serpent faction’s web was written in ink before her eyes. She flipped faster, heart pounding, until her gaze snagged on a name that froze the blood in her veins.

A respectful gesture. Alessia scoffed and fainted. Kael tightened his grip, pulling her close. Ariadne led the way, voice sharp and royal. “Clear the halls! Make way for the Princess Alessia!” What the audience saw was a victorious heir being escorted from the battlefield but only those closest understood that victory had a price and Alessia had paid it with everything she had.

' His eyes met mine, and all the amusement had left his; they were almost black and as cold as ice. 'You, Principessa, belong to him. The sooner you accept that, the easier your life will be. You are a long-overdue debt payment that your father deliberately forgot to pay. The Bratva Pakhan thought he was powerful enough to do as he pleased, but when you betray so many people, it was always going to end the way it did. '