Novel & Cerita Princess Vivian Voice

“She said if we didn’t, we’d lose everything, our jobs, our families, she said the palace would never protect us.” “Who is she?” Ethan demanded. Elara squeezed her eyes shut. “Vivian.” The name hit the hall like a slap gasps filled the room I froze. My ears rang, and for a moment, I thought I might fall vivian sweet, smiling vivian. The wife who always spoke softly, the one who laughed easily. The one who had looked me in the eye so many times. “No.” Vivian said sharply, standing up. “This is a lie.” Damian lifted one hand and she froze mid-step.

Oh, wait, I know who—this red-haired bitch over here would. I could taste iron at every corner of my mouth, my back aching from the slightest movement but I swallowed hard on the pain. “You…” she said, pointing at me while trying to catch her breath. " You're Mia, right? The daughter of Ray Valisteen, AKA the Valisteen Princess?” “Who's asking?" I said, trying to keep my voice struggling to sound calm and mocking but cracked a little while biting back the pain.

"What I do know is, wherever they are... they must be doing everything within their power to get here. That's what I count on." Voices drifted through the haze of Emeriel’s mind as she stirred. Daemon? Her heart leapt, but as she listened more closely, she realized it was Lord Ottai and Madam Livia speaking in hushed tones nearby. Bracing herself for the pain, she slowly pushed upright. But thankfully the agony had receded to a dull, throbbing ache. "The princess is awake, Madame!" Amie’s voice rang out as Emeriel blinked hard, clearing her vision. Madam Livia was suddenly before her, cupping her face to check her temperature. “How do you feel?”

the old woman greeted. "I want you to transmit her to my world before King Christopher's entourage arrives," Dominic said with a flat gaze. Vivian immediately focused on Anastasia, who lowered her head, seemingly afraid of her. "She must remove all her jewelry," Viviane stated curtly, walking towards a stone that resembled a bed, complete with a torch, a jug, and a cup made of copper. Dominic approached Anastasia. "Trust me, everything will be fine," he said. Anastasia nodded with a sad glint in her eyes. "I'll do anything to be with you always."

He sat there stiff, his face red enough that I was afraid he was going to pass out again. I laughed, slapping at his shoulder. "Relax, honey. I'm kidding you." Jacob took a deep breath and raked a hand through his hair. "You're really evil." I flipped my hair. "And gorgeous. But we're talking about that later." Sighing, I got to work. My trained movements were careful as I reapplied my makeup, tweaking my wig until it was perfect. My posture, my expressions—everything—fell into place once more as my well-rehearsed Yuyu persona.

“That woman… she looked different, but something was the same.” “What did she look like?” Erick asked. Vivian closed her eyes, conjuring the image. “She’s tall. Dark hair. Brown eyes. And very audacious.” “Wow.” Erick rubbed his hand over his mouth. “But she’s not Anna. You know what Anna looks like. Anna’s a blonde, not a brunette.” “I know,” Vivian whispered. “But I’m not mistaken. Even though she was rude… her voice sounded exactly like Anna’s.” Erick sighed. “Sweetheart, maybe you’re just stressed. People share similar voices sometimes.”

Her skin was pale, almost luminescent, and her green eyes locked onto mine. Vivian, the Oracle of the Vyrclaw Pack. She dipped into a half-curtsy, just enough to acknowledge me, but her icy gaze did not waver. The green orbs were blazing with annoyance and challenge. The sight tugged a faint smile from the corner of my lips. Dvah stiffened beside her, clearly sensing it too. “Vivian, you are to how proper respect before the His Majesty,” he snapped sharply. “Do it, before he gets angry—”

It was a clip of me from an old radio drama—a scene where I played a haughty, aristocratic heiress. “That,” she pointed to the recorder, “is the voice of Vivian Lancaster. My son’s fiancée. She left him the night of the accident, but he doesn’t know that. He thinks she’s just… away. Healing. If he hears that voice again, he’ll agree to the surgery. He’ll come back to the world.” “You want me to lie to him,” I said, the horror of it sinking into my bones. “You want me to pretend to be someone I’m not to trick a blind man.”

Vivian said as she drop her hand leaving his neck and putting some space between them. "And what about your sister? She was the one who did this to you?" Berlin asked. Nodding her head in agreement. "Yes, she did." "Why?" "Because of Willow," "Who is Willow?" "The guy that I was supposed to get married to, the elf King. She was very powerful, you known, very powerful. More powerful than me and she took control over my life," Vivian said, trying hard not to cry. "She made me like this Berlin. In the Palace I am this ugly old haggard woman who the Queen took pity on and gave her a job to wash the palace toilets and once I step out the Palace. I am back to my beautiful self."

she asked, studying my face closely. I smiled at her. "I already told you who I am," I replied with a smile. "Sibel, does this mean you're the Alpha Princess?" Vivian asked, her voice laced with disbelief. "What do you think?" I responded, laughing as I saw the shock all over her face. "I knew it!" Vivian exclaimed. "I suspected as much when I saw the framed photo of the King and Princess on your phone." She took a step closer, her gaze intense. "I already recognized you," she said. "And I'm convinced—you’re the Alpha Princess."