Prince William And Doris Novels & Stories

“She believes Evelyn is being protected. That her boldness, her sudden sway over the people, her immunity to consequence— None of it makes sense unless she has backing.” “What kind of backing?” “The royal kind.” I blinked. “You’re saying the prince is involved?” Immediately, I was remembering Evelyn’s drunken words about the prince. I felt mildly sick as I pushed down the memory. She nodded once. “He’s been moving pieces quietly. Visiting outer territories. Making alliances. It wouldn’t be the first time he sent someone ahead to pave the way.” “That’s a huge leap.” “But not impossible,” she said. “And it would explain why Evelyn acts without fear. Why she digs into things she has no business

Inside the summer house, Mariselle sat with Willa upon a cushioned bench. Through the windows, they watched the Prince pointing to something in the water while Loren leaned forward with interest. The scene was charming, domestic, exactly what one would hope to see between a future king and queen. “Your Prince seems quite taken with my sister,” Mariselle observed. “He is fond of her,” Willa replied carefully. Mariselle laughed. “Fond. What a wonderfully lukewarm word.”

Why is her heart still hurting so much? 2016... "Flash!" "I don't want to marry her! What is that family marriage! Let's just say it's good! But it's not her? I am the crown prince of this country who needs her?! " "You don't need to know what Annie Hathtrick is! But you already have someone you love!" Robert was frustrated, picked up the porcelain vases from the Renaissance and threw them on the floor without sparing his hands. Interrupting, he turned to walk away, leaving Annie Hathtrick and Davis Pringle and Vivian Burmain to watch in a restless mood.

King Harvey asks innocently as he snaps his cufflinks in place. “Yes, it is very beautiful…” “Elena, try on the dress.” Doris says. Turning to the front door, I see Doris is standing there, with a measuring tape around her neck, and a pen and notebook in hand. She is taking notes. Doris whispers to King Harvey about the size of his suit and I blush. “Uhm… can I change alone?” I blush as King Harvey smiles at me. Doris guides him out the room with a huff when he purposely walks slowly, making me blush harder.

she declared. Doris’ voice grew colder the more she spoke, puzzling me. I sensed something ominous was about to unfold. She then reached into her bag and pulled out several photographs, spreading them out before me. They were images of Liam and me at the cafe and even included the one that had troubled Jethro. Seeing these photos in her possession, I was shocked. "Ms. Serena, I presume you recognize these photos. The man featured is your former partner, Liam Mercer," Doris stated as she watched me closely. Her tone implied she suspected an ongoing affair between Liam and me.

A shiny formal suit from the Dior brand with one hand in his pocket, his eyes squinting straight ahead a Christopher mansion in front of his eyes. "Take out all the gifts I bought," Prince ordered his personal driver. Prince Dawson Mardison the eldest son of Marvel Mardison and Diandra Paisley Mardison. A handful of the richest billionaires in New York, and Prince has known Christopher's family quite well because Kenneth Christopher's wife is good friends with his mother. They came from the same division, when they were still working as secret agents. "Prince you've come." Prince approached and hugged the woman's body whose height was up to his chest. "Mrs. Christopher how are you?" said Pri

William nodded hastily, and Natalie seemed equally supportive of the suggestion. I blinked at them in confusion. Weren't they just discussing wedding dates a moment ago? How did things change so quickly? 'Even so, this marriage will definitely happen—after all, Alicia is so close to her. Speaking of, do you know why they get along so well? It's because Dory bends both ways! Her true love is actually the female lead!' Just then, William spat out a mouthful of sparkling water. 'Dory's always been someone who could breeze through a crowd of admirers without forming any attachments. Her pregnancy? Purely an accident. Besides, her heart is more inclined toward soft, sweet girls. Ugh, does she act

Courtney wasted no time. “Where is Angela? Please, I need to know where she is.” Doris’s fiancé sensed the intense moment and studied the situation. He understood that this was something personal between the ladies, something he shouldn’t be part of. “I’ll, uh, leave you ladies to talk,” he said gently, placing a soft kiss on Doris’s cheek before quietly exiting the room. The door closed behind him, leaving Doris alone with the two women. Doris straightened her apron, trying to regain her composure, but her shock quickly turned to anger.

"The assistant." His expression remained still. "What about her?" Charlie shifted slightly in his chair. "She's becoming a problem." "She's nobody." "She was nobody two weeks ago." Charlie reached inside his jacket again. "Now she's sleeping in the mansion." Stanley stared at him. "She's staying there?" "Delvis arranged it himself." Charlie set a small photograph on the table. "For the engagement preparations, officially. But I've been watching the house." Stanley looked at the photograph. It was a still from what looked like security footage near the mansion entrance. Doris was walking inside beside Isaiah. The timestamp showed nighttime.

She slowed down when she heard more. “I just wish she would disappear from our lives,” Doris continued. “Mum…” Wanda called softly, as if she didn’t like those words. “I really have to do something. She cannot continue being Ramon’s wife,” Doris said firmly. “That position is meant for you. It has always been yours.” Kelsey’s brows lifted slightly in mockery when she noticed that Wanda made no attempt to correct Doris this time. So… she still wanted to be Ramon’s wife.