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William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants. He clasped my shaking hand, his gaze warm and filled with a gentle pity. "Sophia, my dear little Principessa, forgive my tardiness." He slipped off his trench coat, still holding his warmth, and draped it over my shivering frame with precise care. Then, with fingers sheathed in black leather gloves, he tenderly wiped away the dew from my lashes. His voice was a deep, raspy whisper. "The car held a first-aid kit, top-shelf liquor, and three hundred brand-new Brownings.

"Six months ago, you added the contacts of three used car dealers. Old Toyota Crowns, old Mercedes Benzes, and old Lexuses—you were asking about all kinds of cars from the '90s. But the one you cared about most was the Toyota Crown. "You thought no one would know. But what you didn't know is that I knew all three of those dealers. Because the Toyota Crown you were asking about was mine. So this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment idea." My tone remained steady. "You didn't just wake up one day and decide to use the Toyota Crown as your bridal car. You've been plotting to get this car for half a year. The wedding was nothing but a cover. What you wanted wasn't a bridal car. What you needed was the ca

The amethyst-colored royal family crest was pinned on his right jacket. “This is Prince Jet Cynate, younger brother of Prince Flint Onyx, the one who’s looking personally for a qualified bride.” The maidens were whispering and giggling as they heard the prince’s name, while Hannah just looked in front of them. “Prince Flint was asking a favor of Prince Jet. He’s the one who will choose the bride that will match the prince’s taste since, unfortunately, Prince Flint is so busy right now.” She can’t help but to arch her brow once more. What a douche.

Raised as a secret weapon in the body of a frail nobleman's son, Caelan infiltrates the Imperial Royal Academy disguised as princess Elara of Verya and marries the feared Crown Prince of Aurelion. When his true identity, his impossible pregnancy, and the blood of the ancient mermaid kings all surface, three factions close in on one unborn child, and Caelan must decide whether the prophecy is a crown to seize or a wall to tear down.

"You could be the heir to the throne, if there's no elder brother to claim it anymore." A silence so poignant settled into the room that it became impossible to breathe, before the fool spoke again. "And how's prince Chandra supposed to kill his own brother? He has been kicked out of the palace already...... Have no army to back him up and rarely any source of income except the looted money from the nearby villages. " before the idiota's head gets disjunctioned from the rest of his body and starts to reel on the floor. The minister spoke again to distract. "I know a way to overcome these....problems." "The sole heiress of Rai chand's....Their coal mines, the business of daimonds....it is in

I walked to meet him, he said nothing and continued walking. “How can you be so cruel?” I whispered coldly. “I'm called the prince of hell for a reason.” Valinor Nayla Xerian and I did it. We left the walls of the castle without being caught or raising suspicion. As we walked through the town, we had to cover our faces with our cloaks. The whole kingdom knew what the prince looked like, if anyone saw him out by the dead of the night, we would be returned to the castle.

He had the authority to. Asahd as the crowned Prince of Zagreh, was expected to be very careful in whatever he did. But he didn't give a damn. He had the wrong group of friends, he would spend money carelessly and on a party life, he went to places and attended parties a Prince wasn't supposed to attend. On top of it all, he was a lover of women and shamelessly showed himself with dishonorable women. Women who showed too much skin or approached men shamelessly. Sometimes he would bring disrespectful foreign friends he met in other countries, to the palace, against his father's orders.

The crown prince led the crown princess into the hall to the patio. " What the good king's name are you wearing? Have Miranda De Costa totally turned you to a mad man? "The Queen asked as soon as they walked in. The crown prince was wearing jeans and polo. "mother, i went into some unexplainable situation and to change into anything available, Miranda had nothing to do with it"The Crown prince said. " Sit"The king ordered and they obeyed. " There's a rumor going around in the king's city, Miranda De Costa can no longer be part of the royal family "The Queen said.

The wealth, the power—it was all a lie. And there, sitting casually on a throne at the far end of the room, was the Crown Prince himself. Callum Silvermark. I’d heard of him, of course. Who hadn’t? The young, charming prince with a smile that could make any girl swoon. But I wasn’t any girl. And the moment I saw him, lounging on his throne like he hadn’t a care in the world, I wanted to kill him.

"Huh? If this is true, there will be an uproar tomorrow. But well, even if the prince's face is ugly, the uproar will still happen. Well! Brother, how about we make a bet?" Suddenly, the fifth prince looked at the crown prince with a hopeful gaze. "Huh? Bet on what?" asked the crown prince. "Let's bet on how ugly the prince is and how excited the people who come there tomorrow will be. The prize is your hundred-year-old drink and my hundred-year-old fish. How about it?" said the fifth prince, offering his idea to the crown prince.