Gilded Princess Novels & Stories

Crossing her arms, Gina narrowed her eyes at Arabella. Seeing Gina's expression, Arabella smiled and gestured toward her hair. Strands of her silky blonde locks were still unstyled, framing her face in a gentle cascade. With an exasperated sigh, Gina took a hair comb and began to assist Arabella in setting her hair. She carefully pinned up Arabella's golden locks on one side, leaving some strands to cascade freely, creating an elegant yet carefree hairstyle. As Gina delicately applied the faintest touch of makeup to Arabella's already exquisite features, the natural beauty of the princess shone through effortlessly. Her radiant aura scarcely required enhancement.

Suddenly finding themselves fighting to survive, Ellie and Jennie started working as cocktail waitresses, while Harold officially became a gigolo. I was too busy with Skymex Group to keep tabs, however, until a year later and I was suddenly being flamed on every corner of the internet. Even Skymex Group's shares were plummeting due to the backlash. It turned out that Harold, Ellie and Jennie managed to become internet celebrities over the past year, and started slandering me after they secured a solid fanbase. Ellie and Jennie especially had been bemoaning that although they looked like they used to lead a life of privilege, it was actually a life of torment—that my father and grandfather ha

Xiamond’s shadow—her million-follower smile, her polished cameo at The Gilded Spoon—made me feel small, a waitress with calloused hands and a thrift-store purse, out of place in Justin’s billionaire world of glass towers and private jets. The Gilded Spoon was a pulsing hive when I pushed through the heavy oak doors, its chandeliers dripping prisms of light over mahogany tables draped in crisp linens, silver glinting in the candle glow. The air was thick with garlic-roasted vegetables, seared steak, and the oaky bite of red wine, teasing my senses. Conversations hummed—deals sealed over clinking glasses, first dates unfolding with nervous laughter. I tied my black apron, the frayed fabric hug

The sound of fine porcelain clinking against crystal echoed faintly through the grand hall of the Jin family mansion. Hidden behind the gilded doorway, Lin Wei stood motionless, hands folded neatly in front of her, eyes lowered in practiced obedience. To the guests seated around the luxurious dining table, she was just another servant. A shadow. But Lin Wei was not the girl they assumed her to be,she was more than a mere servant,she has dreams.

“A woman… with black hair and a golden dress was spotted with one of the princes.” Is that why everyone’s been staring at me? Do rumors spread that fast here? “I don’t know what that has to do with me,” I mutter. “You have black hair and a golden dress.” “Yeah, and I’m not the only one wearing a golden dress.” She sneers, “What woman here dressed in gold has jet‑black hair like yours? Are you trying to pocket one of the princes? Are you trying to outdo me?” Outdo her? “Tell me, Jade, why would a prince look my way?”

Jennifer leaned closer, her voice laced with smug satisfaction. "Sophia, you're not actually mad, are you? I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I was just casually chatting with them, and they all fell for me. That's not my fault, is it?" Lucy nodded along. "Of course it's not your fault. It just means you're charming. Not like some girl who thinks being a Principessa means every man in the world will fall at her feet." Lucy and Annie exchanged a knowing glance, smiling to each other.

She took her wedding ring, a cheap silver band Julian had picked out in five minutes, and dropped it down the drain. The next night, the Gilded Academy was glowing. Every rich student was there, wearing clothes that cost more than a house. Julian stood on the stage with a microphone. Bianca was tucked under his arm, wearing a sparkling red dress. She looked like she had already won. "Everyone, listen up!" Julian called out. The room went quiet. "Tonight is about the future. And in my future, there is no room for shadows. I am officially announcing my divorce from Ivy Thorne. She was never one of us, and today, she is finally gone."

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

"There's going to be a lot of people here tonight. More are expected to arrive. If she doesn't find anyone tonight, she has all season. If she decides she's not ready this year, Pierre will be standing by to get her out and up to her room safely." Lady Violet smiled and kissed her husband, then left to check on her daughter's dress. Ms. Lola, the seamstress, was given a room just so she could make the dress. Lady Violet designed the dress herself. It was the most beautiful dress Ms. Lola had ever made or seen. It was made of purple silk and lace fabric with silver trimming and accenting along the bottom. The bodice and waist were lined with real diamonds. The shoes matched her dress perfectl

“Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.” Miriam gasped, not only at the treachery but because of the notion that she herself had been deemed to be worth so little. She didn’t blame Ketil for that; his offer had been a generous one. “We’ll pass.” Daphne looked astounded, until the self-appointed leader of the two villains added, “I’m more interested in your body, yellow hair, and once we’re ashore I can guarantee you a good time.” The oarsman suddenly let fly with his pole, the flat blade of which caught Sassa unawares, and she dropped like a stone, t