Gilded Princess Novels & Stories

Caroline’s POV: "I am glad Your Highness obeyed me last night," Lucille murmured in my ear as she did my makeup in the morning. Not that there were official engagements during the day today, but I was the Princess of Tresoria, and I had to present myself in the best possible way at any time. Sometimes I missed looking at myself in the mirror without makeup, as if all cosmetics were a mask for the world, but it was not in the right tone and I would be highly disapproved of by my mother and Madame Tremblay if I were not in my best, especially while Stephan was visiting. Morning makeup would be light and quick, because today there was so much to do, so the last thing I had to worry about right

There had to be a worthy ruler of Oceane; I just wasn’t sure it was Prince Sadeon. “The gown looks lovely on you, dear.” Lyla smiled warmly. I turned to my maiden. “It’s impossibly tight.” She scowled. “Of course it is, milady. How else will the Prince fall smitten?” I suppressed a shiver. “I told you not to call me that, Lyla. My father isn’t here.” She chuckled. “You may dress like a Princess, but you sure don’t act like one sometimes, milady. It is proper to address someone of your status respectively.”

There are a lot of firsts going on tonight. When she finally get to her panties, she give him her back as she go to remove her panties. His voice holds her to the spot. “No, I want to see. Turn back around. Show me.” Her cheeks burned slightly. She should feel dirty. She should feel cheap. She should not feel this fucking hot while stripping for a guy who just threw a $500,000 just to have her. But fucking hell. It made her irresistible. Wriggling out of her panties, she clasp her fingers together, hoping her long hair will in some way redeem some of her dignity.

They purposely sent the maid to call her late so that they could humiliate her. Princess Roselle hissed in mockery. “What to expect from Lucian? He might be a prince but he is poor, isn’t him? There must not be enough gold coins left on him.” Hope squinted her eyes and snorted to calm herself down. “It’s the gold coins you want right? Gold is nothing compared to a diamond,” she pulled down her glove revealing a diamond bracelet the prince brought for her in the morning. She took it off and dropped it on the table. “That’s my fine. Gold may define you but diamonds are what my husband bathe me in. Now I am not petty hence you can have the bracelet. I have plenty of those in my jewelry armoire.

As expected, Gillian's house was a blast. His house was a futuristic style house. It wasn't large or close to the size of a mansion, but it was considerably big and painted gold. Literally, the house was polished with metallic gold paint. Along with the printed glasses, it gave the house a luxurious exterior appearance. When I got inside, I wasn't disappointed. I already had my guess that Gillian was clean, but the house helped me confirm it. The interior was neatly arranged and the rose gold glitter wall paint was spotless. Gillian probably had a thing for the word "gold" because his furniture was metallic white gold.

I replied climbing out of bed and grabbing some sweats to change in to as I get ready. “I might have done, don’t put those things on as it will ruin your hair trying to take them off, here I got you something made especially for today!” She moaned, handing me a perfectly wrapped gift. I took it from her, trying not to well up as this was a thoughtful gift on a very special day, oh dear I’m going soft when it comes to gifts. I open it carefully revealing a stunning white silk dressing gown, I picked it up and notice something has been written on the back with a pattern. I turn it over to reveal ‘BRIDE’ surrounded with magnificent floral border of all my favourite flowers, I couldn’t hold back

《 Gina 》 I am in my room with my hairdresser, makeup artist, and stylist, and I am ready for my coronation. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was in awe of myself. I am dressed in a seductive red ball gown with a sweetheart sleeveless tulle floor length, a seductive open back, long red gloves, very well matched with princess glitter heels, my hair styled in a high hair bun, and a diamond necklace. A knock on the door cuts my thoughts. "come in". It was my grandfather with my babies, Kilyan and Onyx, wearing a tuxedo, and my princess is matching my red dress; she looks cute.

"We won't stay here forever and this place is perfect because we won't be staying forever. I heard billionaires often rent this place for events so it's usual. Well, I registered under someone else's name. What you need is money and influence, Giada, they make ways " " But one needs just more than money in life "Giada winked and I didn't hesitate to pull her hair gently. " I never said all you need is money and influence. Some people are blinded by their greed for this and that's why it would be easy to conquer them "The elevator's double door slid open on the top floor of the building and we both stepped out and made our way down the hallway. " This so-called king of New York isn't like the

If only it felt like one. Because the truth was… I didn’t feel like a princess. I felt like a secret, polished and paraded for the world to see but not really seen. Not by the right person. Not by Ken. The mansion sparkled brighter than I had ever seen it. Gold-trimmed everything. A live orchestra softly playing near the fountain. Guests in designer gowns and sharp tuxedos sipped champagne, exchanging laughter and scandal with ease. Staff in white gloves moved like shadows, perfect and precise.

the maid said gently before leaving the room. And for the first time that night, Isabella was alone. Truly alone. She stepped toward the mirror. And froze. Her reflection stared back at her. Eyes red. Makeup ruined. Hair disheveled. A girl she barely recognized. Isabella's lips trembled slightly. Tears welled up again. But this time, she didn’t fight them. She let them fall. Quietly. As everything she had been holding in finally surfaced. The pain. The shame.