Princess Love Parents Novels & Stories

By the time Andre got to the Presidential suite, where his parents were, Princess Charlotte was waiting with her arms open and Andre went over and hugged her. “You've been through a lot my son. But no more” She paused, her voice shaky “Your father and I are here now, you are a prince and not some lowlife gold digger that the public were made to believe…” she said in a sad voice. When they saw the outbreak of the scandal, they immediately had his love life investigated and what they found out was a slap on the royal family. A son, a born prince of the great Ashanti Kingdom being ridiculed like this?

"I'm not deaf. I know that. You all should sit." The princesses glance at each other before settling down on the bed staring at intently their mum. "Can you at least look at us mum? I don't like the way you're sounding" Linda asserts. "The story I'm about to tell you all is starting from how I met your dad, how we started loving each other, how we separated, how we came back together after the death of my first husband Isabella's dad, and what led to his vanishing. Are you all ready?" The Queen mutters not still raising her head.

Rebecca asked curiously, removing Catherine's hand from her curly hair. "Not that deep, Your grace! Yes, they were in a relationship but it has always been one-sided. The Duke hardly enjoyed the Princess' presence and disliked it when she shows up at the house unannounced." Zita revealed. "His mother does seem fond of Her Highness." Rebecca pointed out. "Mrs Tracey has been acquainted with the Princess longer than the Duke. It was rumoured that she had abandoned her son with his father. She had ran away to Italy with a wealthy man. She is indeed a courtesan." Zita explained.

me : dad dad : its true princess even I may not be this brave if I'm in your situation but you are very confident and solved everything with your willpower me : no dad it's all because of you all if you people didn't support me I may not win dad : see baby how sweet my daughter is mom : she is my daughter too don't forget that ansh : my sister too me : I belongs to you all dad : did you like the marriage arrangements dear me : I love them so much dad you said you will arrange a simple wedding but still you are giving a grand wedding Roshan uncle : you people are very special to us princess then how can you people expect a simple wedding me : love you so much uncle dad : he is not the one who

“Chris told me, and I was surprised because you hadn’t said a thing to me about it. Are you encouraging that?” I didn’t answer. “You should have let her go,” she said. “Evelyn is a great healer and—” I started. “She’s not a suitable mate, Logan,” my mother went on. “She is a nobody. She has no blood ties to a royal line. And I’ve heard it spoken that she talks of the prince frequently. You know how dangerous that could become if the prince still harbors feelings.” “Who said anything about mating with her?” I asked.

She grabbed the remote and turned it on. ‘’What is happening?’’ I demanded. No one said anything as all heads turned towards the screen where the headline wrote: ‘’PRINCE LEON HAS A CHILD OUT OF WEDLOCK AND THE ROYAL FAMILY ARE HIDING IT.’’ Footage of when my mother and father, Elara, and me held Aurora were shown on the screen as if someone had been recording our moments. ‘’What the hell?’’

she muttered. Yes. The sob story, the one thing that had made the world so tied to her. She survived a love that killed her mother. Made a name for herself and in time, she found me. I was there, the perfect means to a perfectly curated story. “But your parents never die, did they?” I asked in a cold tone. After she had run off with the Arabian prince, I had done the next sensible thing. Started out my investigation. Trying to figure out how I had missed these signs. And to my surprise, her parents were very much alive. Just not in the glamorous lifestyle she had made us believe.

Thereafter, they ended up disappointing her by walking out on her when they presumed that she was not the First Princess of the Churchill's family. Mirabel was a product of rape. Her paternal grandfather, King Raphael Churchill VI, had a Prince, who was a chronic alcoholic. Likewise, Phoebe's father, King David Miller VI, had married her off to the drunken Prince at eighteen for political interest. King Churchill VI was aware that his son and heir was unappealing to the Princesses in the nearby kingdoms. To rub it, the kings of the kingdoms had also rejected his proposals to them regarding his interest in being their in-laws.

she admitted. He took her hand and they left the woods, instead heading for one of the benches in the garden. “I’m the King’s son, but not her son.” “And Elma Dae was referring to…?” she trailed off. “My biological mother’s family. Despite it sounding impossible, my father actually cheated on his mate, and I was the result. My biological mother was banished not only for the affair, but for refusing to abort me. To punish her, I was taken from her, and she was banished from the kingdom. Queen Hyacinth raised me as her own, with only a handful of people knowing the truth about me. However, as I got older, it got clearer and clearer that she isn’t my mother since I look nothing like her, and so

I felt chaos go on in my head… My hands trembled, knowing these people took my parents from me. “You were responsible?!” Vengeance tears filled my eyes, as I felt a particular torrent of emotion build up in me. “Calm down, Princess. Those were not your real parents. They were spies from the Kingdom of the Lords who rule over all districts presently, on Land.” “W-What?” I stammered at her words. “Yes,” she whispered after. “I’m trying to get you out of this mess, like I promised your real mother. Please cooperate.” My lips were sealed in wonder, as I kept them shut to study what she was about to do.