Novel & Cerita Poppy Crown Trolls

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

I shifted, barely, and whispered just loud enough for him to hear, “Where am I…” “You passed out,” Dante said, his voice low and coaxing. “I brought you back to your room.” How convenient of him to leave out the part where his beloved wife drugged me and tried to kill me. “Did everyone vote yet?” I asked. Dante dragged a chair closer to the bed. “Harper, will you vote for me? I’m just as capable as Dante—better, even. I have real potential. And I promise this: once I’m elected Don, you’ll remain the Donna of the Moretti. Every right, every privilege—you’ll keep them all.”

Yet here I was, forced to swallow the unimaginable. Satisfied that she had quenched a thirst I never had, Selene pressed a book into my hands. One glance at the cover made my heart sink. Trolls. Of course it had to be trolls. In that instant, I understood Kael’s disdain for the entire franchise. This girl’s obsession was unlike anything I had ever witnessed. It coated her world—her words, her shelves, even the Princess Poppy hair ties woven into her braids. She could walk into a boardroom tomorrow and sell their brand better than any professional, all without knowing she was doing it.

"Sam, aren't you going to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness? Don't worry, I know the family rules. The business passes to sons, not daughters. If I'm happy with your begging, I might feel generous and reconsider kicking you out of Anderson Corporation." The entire ballroom fell silent. Everyone was waiting to watch me break. But I didn't even acknowledge her. I didn't bother looking at Winston, either. I simply raised a hand toward Josh. "Do you know why I knew you were a complete fake the moment I saw you?" I let the question hang in the air. Slowly, I reached into my suit jacket and pulled out a thin card. At the same time, a new image appeared on the screen. It was a government-is

“Give me back my crown! It’s mine!” “No!” Max shouted over his shoulder, giggling. “You said you don’t wanna be a princess anymore, you wanna be… President? Princess can’t be president, Issa. So the crown’s mine now.” He whipped around the corner of the couch, nearly slipping, then kept running. Issa screamed. “MAMAAAA! MAX STEAL MY CROWN! HE CALL ME UGLY PRINCESS!” “I said BAD PRINCESS,” Max corrected, still running. “Different.”

"I want to be clear, so listen carefully, because I will say this once. I claimed you because the law recognizes what you are to me, and allowing my mate to be chained as a breeder would humiliate the crown before every pack in the kingdom. That is the only reason you are here." Sable stopped singing. I felt her go still inside me, and then I felt her start to shake, and I stood there in front of his desk with my hope draining out of me and hating myself for ever letting it in. Of course. Of course it was the crown, not me. It had never once in my life been me. Each sentence that followed went into me slow and deep, and I kept my eyes on the edge of his desk and my face empty, because I had