Gilded Princess Novels & Stories

she replied pleasantly. "Oh, I know you would like it. I'm feeling quite parched so let's get a drink nearby. Don't worry, I know just the place for that," the princess said, dragging her away once more. They stopped in front of a building with a signboard that read Gelta Salon. Opening the door, she was presented with the largest gathering of noblewomen that was not a tea party. It resembled a restaurant but it was also vastly different from that because although the tables were filled with snacks, the ladies were more focused on other things.

Half the internet is now writing love conspiracy theories about you two. Priscilla added excitedly. "You’re being called the ‘Cinderella of Savoir." “What does that even mean?” I asked, overwhelmed. They both looked at me like I should know the answer to my own question. I groaned, already feeling the weight of it all. The assistant zipped up the second gown Jessica had picked—a champagne-colored satin dress with a dramatic backless cut and diamond-studded straps. It was gorgeous, but I felt exposed. Then my hair was pulled into a loose bun with crystal pins.

Unlike the quite modest dress the maid who had brought me here wore, the handmaidens who surrounded the Princess were all clad like the room, with golden gowns and feathery ornaments. The Princess sat on a throne-like chair with her feet resting on the footstool—a golden footstool, naturally. She was dressed in a cream gown embroidered with gold. The dress had been made of countless layers of delicate silk, making her look like a queen from some exotic kingdom. I looked down at my simple, white tunic and a pair of leggings and felt like I was undressed for the occasion… whatever this occasion might have been. The handmaidens must have thought this way since they all looked at me with distast

" The pendant my mother gave me, something I had cherished for a decade, had been handed over by Anna to my husband’s mistress. A deafening buzz filled my mind. The noise around me faded into nothingness. My face drained of color, and my lips trembled. "Give it back…" Like a madwoman, I lunged at Scarlett. "Give it back!!" She shrieked in alarm. "What’s so special about this worthless thing?! You act like it’s some kind of sacred treasure! "The rightful Mrs. Sterling gives her only daughter a cheap, low-quality trinket—why would I even want it?”

He was probably an animal! He must have taken advantage of how ignorant the beautiful girl was and got her through malicious methods. A group of men whined about how they weren't as lucky to have met someone as adorable as Ginger was. They couldn't accept that someone else had got to her first. "Look, Sir! That crown looks beautiful!" Ginger pointed at a glass cabinet not too far away. There, a European-style crown was placed inside. It was made of gold and was embroidered with diamonds and colorful gems.

The surrounding wolves and mafia guests are drawn in by the commotion, turning their sharp, glowing eyes to watch the spectacle. The lobby manager frowns, his voice remaining polite and composed. "I'm sorry, miss, but all of The Gilded Crown's internal staff and VIP visitors are thoroughly vetted through bloodline checks. What you are describing would never happen. Furthermore, The Gilded Crown does not have an employee or trespasser by the name of Darcy Ellington." No employee? No trespasser record? Which meant... "Then she must have snuck into The Gilded Crown to hunt for a powerful Alpha backer!" Piper's voice rises dramatically, as if she has uncovered some monumental, filthy secret abou

Of course he had. It wasn't white. It wasn't the demure pastel shade Evelyn had suggested in the files to "show submission." It was gold. Deep, shimmering, liquid gold that hugged every curve of my body like a second skin. It had a plunging neckline that walked the fine line between elegant and scandalous, and a slit that went all the way up my thigh. It was a statement. It was a roar. "You look..." Mrs. Gable paused, her hands clasped over her chest. "Like a Queen, dear. Truly."

The bridal suite was chaos. Talia twirled in the center of the room, her flower girl dress puffing out like a cupcake and her sparkly boots flashing with every spin. “I’m a princess!” she declared, arms flung wide. “You’re a glitter bomb waiting to happen,” Sam muttered, dodging her with a curling iron in one hand and a makeup brush in the other. Tosha snorted, pinning another section of my hair. “She’s got more energy than the espresso machine downstairs.”

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

I turned around and was instantly wide eyed as I stared into Hope. “Isn’t it lovely?” She says once again. “This dress was unveiled at the Miami International Fashion Week.” “It’s the Danasha Luxury Gown.” Natasha says. “The couture dress will incorporate diamonds and gold as well as other fine materials and precious gems. Although the dress’s design includes lavish stones and metals, the design team behind this project maintained a couture look and strayed away from a design that would make the dress seem like a novelty.” Natasha explains but I can’t take my eyes off Hope. Her carefree bliss was replaced by a grand novelty. I’ve always thought of her as an angel that descended from heaven b