Mistaken Identity Fresh Prince の小説・ストーリー

After few minutes we reached my home and I got down. “Stella!” he called me. I bent forward and saw him through the car window. “You are royal. Classy.” Hearing him again my lips curved up with smile. Looking at me his lips curved up with a smirk. He continued telling “Oh Stella! I’m sorry I lied to you. I consider myself as a prince and you are going to be my girlfriend. So prince’s girlfriend is princess.” He laughed. My expression changed hearing him. I let out a sigh and shouted “You are not a prince. You are an idiot."

“ I’m not short of money.” Fredrick turned around and looked at her with a smile, “If you want to pay me why don’t u do something else for me?” “What kind of things?” She asked. Fredrick pulled a paper from the piles of documents next to him. Priscilla looked at it. It was a case of a male artist who was very popular these days under Anderson International. A male artist named John Pitt acted in a period drama and ended up a big hit. He was regarded as “The Prince from the Old Dynasty.”

Gemila pouted her lips. “Sorry best but marriage isn't for me." Yasmine winked before standing up. “I think you should actually write a book on this. Don't just throw it away." Gemita suggested. “You think so? What would I call it?" Gemila asked. “Mistaken Identity." Yasmine replied with a smile. “Huh?" Gemila furrowed her brows. “You did say Harry sent his men to kill Romero and they ended up killing your sister instead of you right? Though no one actually died but still, they mistook Gemita to be you so that's the best title." Yasmine explained.

Words were useless when the truth was already staring back at you. “Mom and Dad, Evelyn, Esther…” My voice trembled, but I forced it louder, steadying it with fury. “We’ve been fooled. This… commoner here is no commoner. He’s no ordinary man. His name—his real name—is Prince Maximillian Sebastiani. The Crown Prince of Mercia. Imagine that.” “What?!” My sisters gasped, their eyes darting between me and him, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.

I murmured as I skimmed through my memories with the aim to find the identity of someone who fitted the prince’s description. “Why don't you take a wild guess?” the prince suggested. “I would love to, but to be honest, I don't even have any idea. Can you just tell me who she is now?” I demand it to know. The prince looked at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes before he let out a soft laugh, and shook his head from side to side. I had no idea what he found so entertaining regarding my confusion. Given the limited clues, I found it very difficult to identify the woman who he saw in his dreams.

We gaped like idiots, standing looking at the very arrogant Prince, and the two soldiers who now gave the same expression as me. “Sa-Sarah's brother?” one of the soldiers stuttered. Sarah was the name Prince uses to impersonate the student of Doctor Gordon. And now he claimed to be her brother? What plans did he have now? "You're right, Estelle," said my wolf. "He's too smart, even more so than us." "You know we're just fleas, right?" I asked it.

she said, her words carrying a sincerity that pricked at my pride. A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I decided to play my hand. Releasing a hint of my authoritative pheromones, I intended to further weaken Sheila's resolve. "Me? Lacking fortitude?" I chuckled, my tone dripping with amusement. "I am the Crown Prince of Harvestia, while you are merely a lowly maid. Playing with someone of your station, let alone a hundred like you, is child's play." Sheila's eyes remained locked with mine, unintentionally seductive. Without hesitation, I lifted her free hand and hooked it around my neck. "Prove it—"

QUEEN'S POV “Yes! He is indeed handsome.” I said trying my best not to show any hint that can connect to my real identity. “Of course, he is a Prince!” her tone became different from her usual voice. “But he’s impossible…” she reluctantly added. “He is impossible, what?” I asked Liza. I neither understood nor heard the reply clearly. I thought she was overthinking things so I told her “My dear, what’s wrong if he is indeed a Prince? Can’t a girl like him?”

“No, thank you for your time, sir.” He hangs up without waiting to hear the principal’s goodbye. Conflicted, his hand tightens around his phone, unsure of what to believe, what his next move should be. If Evergrove himself is corroborating what Lizzie had said in the hallway earlier, then… was he mistaken? His gaze returns to Beth, who cannot hide her pleasure when Kai and Ronan approach her. Is this other freshman the true Princess? Orion, what do you think? he asks, reaching for his inner wolf. Could this girl be Princess Elizabeth?

“Because there are only two people in Buckwood that would dare to call themselves the Prince. “Prince York… “And the so-called Prince Silva…” Tyson had his face hung down and dared not to open his mouth. He would not even dare to say another word. He fully understood what Harvey meant. Since Buckwood only had two princes, and he had recognized that the “prince” the other person was talking about was Prince Silva, then his identity was almost certain. But before Harvey had revealed his actual identity, Tyson would not dare to ask, he did not even have the courage to further speculate on the matter.