No Place For The Fake Princess Chapter 55 Novels & Stories

“After something like this, your foster parents will definitely think you embarrassed them, and they’ll throw you out. “I’ll marry Peter, and everything will be just like in the dream.” After saying that, she suddenly messed up her hair, let water drip down her body, reddened her eyes, and rushed out. I sensed danger and hurried after her. The moment I stepped out, four or five reporters blocked the door with cameras and recorders. Flash after flash lit up both of us. So she had already set a trap, and she had been waiting for me to fall for it. Vicky turned back with a triumphant smirk, then instantly switched into a dramatic victim.

Maybe someone has actually seen her. “Princess, we’re in Araphyra. If there was ever to be a unicorn in existence, this is the place it would live.” I laugh out loud. He’s right. “Thank you, Alpha.” “Call me Christopher.” “Not unless you stop calling me Princess.” He shakes his head and goes to congratulate his daughter and settle his mate. After everyone finally starts to move on, I get Buppig and Hyacinth and we begin heading down the stairs toward the forest.

A wicked idea began to form in my mind, one that made my lips curl into a smile for the first time in days. “What if…” I murmured, tilting my head as the plan solidified. I started typing. The words came easily, fueled by months of anger and grief. “This is the truth about Bella, the so-called ‘saint’ everyone loves. She’s nothing more than an uncultured rural woman who seduced Kai in the city, stealing him from his real family. She framed his ex-wife—me—to make herself look good, and now she’s raising someone else’s child like it’s hers. Disgusting.”

The last one is full… blah blah blah, I hate Valeria, blah blah blah… Entry Two: The night of the mate festival… I’m going to be a princess! A prince asked me to be his mate. Well… a bastard prince, but it’s a start. I told him not to mark me yet, insisting we should court properly, but that’s only a ruse. My real plan is to meet his brothers—the legitimate princes. One of them will be easy enough to charm, and then I’ll secure a higher seat as princess. At least, that’s what Mother says. And the funniest part of the night is that Valeria got rejected!

] [And when you faked those injuries and fainted to get my sympathy, I played along, didn't I? His fingers paused over the screen, then he added: [The necklace. I didn't lend you the money because you had the wrong one. Your mother's real necklace was with a private collector in London. The one Isabella bought was a fake.] [I have the real one now.] The messages went out, one after another, meeting only silence. Vincent rubbed his temples and sent one more: [You burned down the mansion. If you're still not satisfied, do you want to burn another one?]

The day I was born, a fortune teller prophesied that the Goddess of Luck had sent me into the world to bring my family good fortune. So two families took me in from the slums, each claiming I was their long-lost daughter. While the Calvi family's adopted daughter exhausted herself trying to cover their losses, I walked into a casino and won every chip at the table. While the Cara family's adopted daughter sacrificed most of their men to hold their territory, I fired a single shell and destroyed the enemy's command center. Each time, I turned the family's fortunes around and rose to become the Don's most valued heir. It wasn't until the DNA results came back that I learned I was the biologica

I have a bad habit. I always say I’ll do something, but whether I actually follow through is another story. When I was eight, my adoptive father stole an e-bike and told me to keep watch. I patted my chest confidently. “Don’t worry. If anyone comes, I’ll tell you!” Then I squatted by the curb and got distracted watching a trail of ants. Twenty minutes later, my adoptive father was hauled away in a police car, along with the stolen battery. Later, I was kidnapped. The trafficker told me to sit still and keep quiet. I nodded eagerly. “Okay, sir!” Then I rolled down the window and waved at everyone outside. “Hi! My uncle told me not to make any noise!” By the time we’d driven three bl

“I made no such promise! I never promised you anything!” “I am told that you’re not the real princess,” he said. “You’re a fraud. You have used the power of magic to conceal your real face.” “That is ridiculous!” she said and scoffed. “I am the real princess. I am the one who has power over that kingdom. I would never give it to you, that’s for sure!” “Really?” he asked. “There is someone who wants to prove to you otherwise. She is with me, and she will quickly show us whether you are yelling the truth or not.”

Prince Shithead led me to a seat right in front of the Queen, and beside me, to my right, directly in front of the King. I feel kick on my leg, coming from my left side. I turn over and see a girl with blonde hair and emerald green eyes. Her face looks like it's drowning in makeup, and oh my god is her dress skimpy. But who am I to judge? Maybe she's actually a really good person. "Oh, sorry!" She says, giving me the fakest smile I've ever seen. "It's fine," I reply, not even bothering to smile back. Prince Shithead leans over to me.

His daughter or the safety of all the palace dwellers. "Are you looking for me?" Suddenly, princess Alleta's voice was heard. The flustered King Dominic was surprised and looked towards the door. Princess Alleta appeared at the door. Everyone in the room stared at the princess. No one made a sound. Prince Chapistrano was amazed by the beauty of the princess. He did not take his eyes off the princess's face. "I will ask again. Are you looking for me, prince Chapistrano Timothy, prince of the kingdom of Cannibal Hill?" Princess Alleta asked once again in a firm tone. Prince Chapistrano gasped and became embarrassed. He immediately averted his gaze when the princess looked at him. "What a beaut