A Principessa's Ledger Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

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.

“Princess, what are you-” “I was there. I witnessed everything that happened. This man tried to put his filthy hands on Meandra,” Belle said as she pointed at him. Alejandro looked surprised. “I'm not going to believe anything you say. You have a history of defending the slave,” Alejandro glared at her. “It doesn't mean that I'm not telling the truth. He tried to put his hands on her and threaten her. If anyone was going against your orders, it was him,” Belle said again, more firmly.

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. '

Seraphine’s Subtle Moves Meanwhile, elsewhere in the palace, Princess Seraphine reclined in her private chambers, the golden candlelight glinting off her dark hair. She traced her fingers over a miniature map of the palace, dotted with little symbols representing courtiers, allies, and potential threats. Each move she made during the banquet had been intentional: a comment here, a subtle smile there, a whispered suggestion to the nobles that Kaelin might not be as loyal to Riven as she appeared.

"You must take revenge for the atrocities they inflicted upon me. Anna, administer their punishment. Then, bring me their heads. Only then will the debt binding our destinies be repaid, and my soul can journey to the realm of the dead. Anna shook her head once more. Lady Cresta held her cheek so firmly that Anna was unable to pull away. Anna spoke, saying: "Who do you mean? Whom are you referring to? Whoever they may be, they weren't even alive when you were tortured by Adrianne. They are innocent." Lady Cresta chuckled mockingly. "Lady Tiana, Princess Donatella, the Mad King, Lady Arista, and I, our destinies are all intertwined by vengeance. In order to free me and complete your mission, y

Jessica’s room was being handled with care as I moved to throw open all the windows. It still reeked like sex inside here and I couldn’t help but suppress the urge to punch that prissy fuck in the face for what he did to my Princess. He fucked around with her stepsister behind her back for crying out loud all because Jessica was still waiting to be married to give herself away. Fuck, she was a still a virgin and all I could think of was how she needed a real man like me to show her what it means to be a true woman.

I wanted to be anywhere but sitting at that table. “My apologies to my lovely companion,” Jack bellowed for the vampires at the end of the table to hear, “I was so occupied with our very special guest, Prince Mandrake of Kurr, that I neglected to see to her wardrobe. Please join me in making her welcome at this table, for she is perfect just as she is. As for tomorrow, it is my sincerest hope that one of you lovely ladies will see your way to introducing my princess and love to our Dresser.