Novel & Cerita Princess Mei Scandal

I could tell she was freaking out on the inside as she kept entwining her little manicured fingers. "For a princess like you, you don't have to work at a café, I just did you a favour, don't I at least deserve a thank you? " I asked her but I know she's super mad. I just wanted to tease her a little so she'd roll her damn beautiful eyes. No harm. And did I just call her princess? What is happening to me? Then she did it again and I couldn't help but compliment the adorable act. "You know, that's what makes you more beautiful than you already are. When you roll your eyes, that blue shade turn gray for 2 seconds." I could tell she was shocked since gasped and walked away before I could say a

At that, he turned away and left. I heaved a sigh and threw myself down on the chair and another knock came on the door. Gen opened it and there was a large group of paparazzi and people from the media shouting questions at her. "Gen, was Emily Hollen the reason Prince Sebastian walked out on his wedding?" "Are they having an affair?" "What did the King say to Emily?" "Is she going to be banished from the palace and the country anytime soon?" Gen was stuttering and trying to control the media to no avail.

"I don't want to hear it, Isabella." Ouch! It's been like a hundred years since she called me Isabella. "Camille please, you’re the only one I have." "Just go." Her footsteps retreated as she walked into either her closet or bathroom and banged the door. That fucking hurt like a lot. I pressed my forehead against the door and cried until I could no longer come. And the headlines? They were brutal. "Moreau Foundation CEO Caught in Sexual Scandal with Daughter's Best Friend." "Age Gap Romance or Calculated Manipulation? Inside the Moreau Affair."

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

“…and of course, the scandal that has shaken the monarchy. Lady Selene, estranged wife of Crown Prince Damon, is confirmed to be residing with his elder brother, Prince Aric…” Heat rushed to my face. For a moment, I wanted to throw the remote across the room, to shatter the screen and silence them all, to erase the images they kept flashing—smiling photographs from galas, from charity events, moments that once meant something, now reduced to evidence against me. Adulteress. The word didn’t need to be spoken aloud. It lingered in every pause, every glance. But I didn’t turn it off. I couldn’t. Because if I did, I would lose the only thread connecting me to my parents’ fate.

Clicking the button to turn my laptop on. I heard her inhale. “You cant be seious?” “Very. I’m give you all the evidence you need.” I felt the excitment amd hesitancy. This was a make or break you kind of case.. Huge publicity and payout of she wins. “I need to look over this, talk to you tonight.” Back to business and she hung up. Nodding at the boys, telling them, she was in. Now that my computer waa up,I pulled up the palaces page. Across the top, read, BREAKING NEWS. MENTALLY UNSTABLE PRINCESS HAS BEEN CAUGHT.

Forget space travel—explain the Tupperware phenomenon! Speaking of space, let’s imagine aliens. Not the scary, slimy kind, but the kind that lands here, looks around, and says, “You people pay money to watch other humans eat food online? You invented planes but still argue about pineapple on pizza? And you call your leader a Prime Minister even though they’re rarely first at anything?” The aliens would probably just leave, shaking their green heads in disbelief.

"However, you proved to be just like every other riffraff who was merely fortunate to step into the world of the elites. But what can I say? No one can truly leave their filthy background behind, can they?" "Your Majesty, I. . . I can explain—" "What's left to explain? Tell me!" Queen Catherine interjected evenly. She closed the magazine and turned to Chloe, struggling to maintain her serene mood. "You slept with another man while you were engaged to the Crown Prince of Forêt-bleue. Like that wasn't enough, you allowed the proof of your promiscuous act to circulate across the globe, bring shame and disgrace to the Royal Family." Unable to curb her temper any longer, the queen flamed in a lou

The headline was a death sentence for my privacy: SCANDAL HOLIDAY SPECIAL: PRINCE LEON ABANDONS HIS NEWLY ANNOUNCED SOON-TO-BE BRIDE AT THE OPENING CEREMONY TO RESCUE A MYSTERY WOMAN FROM WRECKAGE There was another headline that was much worse than the first one: HOLIDAY SCANDALS: THE IDENTITY OF THE WOMAN HAS BEEN CONFIRMED TO BE AURORA WRIGHT, A PHOTOGRAPHER HIRED FOR THE CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION. I saw more headlines that weren’t just exposing my and Aurora’s privacy but also Noel’s. AND THERE IS A BABY TOO. IS THE WOMAN PRINCE Leon’s SECRET WOMAN AND THE BABY HIS? “Father has seen it all,” Elara said, her voice trembling slightly. “He’s at the mansion, and he’s angry and shutting everyone u

“You’re brave, Ayesha. Most people wouldn’t dare dig into Priya’s past. But you’re not like most people, are you?” “No,” Ayesha said simply. “I care about this family, and I care about the truth.” Meera sighed and set down her cup. “Then you should know this: Priya didn’t just abandon me. She used me as a scapegoat.” Ayesha’s breath caught. “What do you mean?” “There was a scandal,” Meera said. “Something that could have ruined the Shah family’s reputation. Priya convinced the family that I was responsible, even though I wasn’t. She sacrificed me to protect herself—and their precious name.”