Romans & histoires I Raised Cinderella Preciously

"Poor thing. Zoe raised someone else's son for 18 years, and now, his real mom comes back to reap the rewards." "Why are you pitying her? She's the one who was greedy for the Fuller family's wealth—or maybe she was dumb enough to pine after someone who doesn't even love her. She tried raising another woman's son for so long just so she could win his love. Well, serve her right!" These words were like salt being poured over wounds that had long since healed. I didn't argue with anyone. I only looked at Mason, who'd remained silent the whole time. The son I'd personally raised was now standing beside another woman. He simply gave me a short nod.

"Young ladies these days—they'll stoop to anything. You got called out and now you're the one pointing fingers? Where are your manners? I thought that woman in the video looked like you the moment I saw it. Especially that mole—it's in the exact same spot." My second eldest uncle's wife, Rita Britton, quickly said to my cousin, Mary Snyder, "You'd better stay far away from Jillian. Don't let her be a bad influence on you." She was essentially adding fuel to the fire. "Jillian's just jealous, if you ask me!" My third eldest uncle's wife, Grace Nolan, pursed her lips and looked Kelsey up and down, taking in all her designer labels. "Kelsey is gorgeous, and she studied abroad. Of course Jilly f

He let her put her feet upon his, then he moved following the cheerful rhyme by the musicians. “Do you want to dance, glassy?” Asked Nieal as he stood beside her. He also looked to where Lucas and Dee on the stage. Irina didn’t startle or be surprised, because she already sensed his and her father’s present drawing near her. Since she woke up this morning, she felt different. She couldn’t find the right word to divine it. “No—” Said Irina, then in slow motion she turned to face Nieal. “—Your cousin and her group of friends will not bother me anymore.” Nieal laughed, while she continued. “Also, Timothy told me a very convincing story which I think it’s true.”

"I don't know. I just thought you might like this since I noticed you're really into baggy shirts?" Daeira grinned at him. "I feel like a Cinderella with a personal fairy god mother." "Cinderella?" "You know that Disney princess who has glass slipper and turned from maid into a beautiful woman with glittering gowns through the help of fairy god mother. But only until midnight." "I'm the fairy god mother, huh?" he smirked. "Looks like it," she said. "Well, I would rid of these clothes at midnight too." he teased. "Yah. Don't you dare." she pouted while crossing her arms around her chest which made him grinned at her.

It was only during the night as I sat by the fireplace feeling the warmth of the cinders, I would truly feel free of all shackles. This was why I was nicknamed Cinderella by everybody around me but Mary would say, “Just because you are called Cinderella does not mean you will marry some prince charming. You are just a cinder; a piece of burnt coal which needs to be disposed off to some waiter washing dishes at Four Seasons”

"Remind me again, why I hired you as my personal adviser?I ask tactfully as I try to control myself... He's right and it annoys me that he's right! “Don't worry, I have a plan. My future queen will come to no harm and I'll bring no harm to our kingdom too.”I reply replacing my face with the cool and savage mask that has won me many accolades on my expenditures. “it's time.”I say...... ****** Cinderella Farmington P.O.V Before the ball.. It's all destroyed and gone.... Any chance of escape or any attempt to fight for one has been destroyed by Pricilia!

"I can't possibly race back to him, he would laugh and make jest of me then he would ask me to fall by his feet and ask for forgiveness which I can never do. So I definitely have to protect myself." I turned back after thinking of a plan. I saw them, they weren't that far from me. I have to do this even if it's the most embarrassing thing in the whole world. I walked stylishly to them holding the leader of the gang by the collar of his shirt, after spotting him amongst others. "Hey, am I pretty?" I asked. He smiled showing his brown teeth, "Sure darling, you are the prettiest". I was disgusted by his wrinkled face. He ought to be a grandpa.

She asked. Tom grinned and then ordered some man to bring in the baby apparently. And then, when the said baby came out of the curtains and onto the grand stage placed over the front, everyone was drooling and soaking the floor. Including Lorraine. It was a fucking Rolls Royce Phantom. Now that was a sexy baby. "I seriously fucking love you." She muttered to Tom, still too busy taking in the bronze beauty that was the car. From somewhere, she heard Ana saying, "Get me a brother like him."

Julian stared at me in disbelief, a vein throbbing at his temple. "Cassandra, is there anything in your head besides money?!" "What else would there be? You?" It flew out of my mouth. The air went suddenly still. The people around us sucked in a collective breath. Crap. My mouth got ahead of me. "I mean..." I scrambled to patch it up. "I'm not worthy of holding a refined gentleman like you in my head." Julian took a deep breath, his chest heaving. He suddenly seized my wrist and started hauling me straight out.

The day before the college entrance exam, the class belle everyone adored stepped onto the podium. "I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I couldn't bear to let you all miss this opportunity. There's a hidden rule in this year's college entrance exam system. If you soak your answer sheet, it'll be transferred for a special manual review by top universities." I froze, staring at her for a long while before finally blinking dumbly. In my previous life, those exact words had been enough to make someone as dull as me lose my composure for the first time in my life. I ran to get the teacher and stopped the entire class from soaking their answer sheets. In the end, the class belle failed the exam