Novel & Cerita Princess Vivian Voice

“Let me handle it.” There was something in her tone that made them pause. After a second, they nodded their heads. Vivian stood up and headed upstairs. As she walked towards Viola's room, she didn’t knock immediately. Instead, she leaned slightly closer and said in a firm but calm voice, “Viola, open the door. It’s me.” There was silence at first but Vivian was not in a hurry. After waiting for a few seconds, she leaned forward and added softly, “I know you are inside princess, so please open the door.”

"I..." "I'm sorry, your highness but it's time for Princess Vivian to leave" a guard interrupted and without thinking twice, Vivian turned around and climbed into the carriage. "Vi..." "It's high time you let go of her, Eve and take care of your daughter!" Sebastian interrupted, glaring at his wife.

“I’m not—I’m not the real Princess Vivian. I just look like her.” “I’m aware.” His words throw me for a loop. Shocked, I lift my eyes to meet his. “You are?” “You don’t have the mark of the royal family of the East.” I gape at him. “If—If you know, then why—” “My reasons are not your concern. The real Princess Vivian was found dead, her corpse mangled almost beyond recognition.” My eyes widen in horror. I was sure she would make it out. She knew all the secret passageways. She was being guided by her most trusted maids.

(Vivian’s POV) The sound of laughter echoed down the hall before I even opened the door. “Vivi! Are you seriously living like a queen now?” I didn’t even need to see them — that voice was unmistakable. Favour. Loud, dramatic, and entirely incapable of whispering.

“Soon, I’ll be Princess Vivien Mortane.” It was Lucia’s words that made me lose my breakfast almost instantly. “The wife of Prince Alexander Mortane!”

The Queen stood, preparing to leave. Aynyra shouted, "Wait! Please, I am part Fae, I'm a descendant of the Fae who fell in love with my Kingdom's human prince. Can you help us now?" The Queen paused and turned around, returning to her seat, "I heard you possessed magic. Is it just you two girls?" "As far as we know," Aynyra offered a hesitant smile.

"I am done dealing with your pathetic mind games. Take the fifteen million and leave." "Just let me speak!" I pleaded, my voice rising in desperation. "Damian, I'm—" "Hello, Sister." A soft, melodic voice suddenly echoed from the staircase, and my words died instantly in my throat. I looked up in shock and watched as Vivian strolled into the living room. She looked flawless, her slender, model-like frame dressed in a tight, elegant designer dress and She offered me a gentle, pitying smile that didn't reach her cruel eyes.

"Good, you're awake. Want to watch Mr. Bellandi smash what's left of his life?" I looked at him. "What did you do?" "Nothing dramatic. I just put the truth in front of him." Nico sat beside the bed, his smile faint. "No one hurts the Valenti princess and walks off without paying the bill." The screen on the wall lit up with security footage from the villa living room. Investigators had temporarily released Matteo to retrieve documents. He walked in and found Vivian sitting on the carpet with Lark, luxury shopping bags piled around them. In the trash lay torn pieces of a photo of me.

I would keep an eye on the queen around Sarah. Once the Queen was gone, Sarah touched her shirt. “What am I supposed to wear?” I went to the closet. Sarah’s POV “Stand up straighter, you’re a Princess,” Hellen said, gliding past me with a book on her head. This was so dumb. I straightened the book on my head, glanced at Sebastian, who was reading a book, and tried again to walk around the room without fumbling feet.

She said with a dreamy look. She had nothing of a princess... She hardly spoke of fancy dresses or crowns, she simply spoke of her manners... She hardly acted like a savage but she didn't have refined manners like the woman in front of her either... Mirabelle... Is this what she would have looked like if she had been a princess? She would think she was beautiful... - I am Princess Mira-belle... She says with a theatrical air. - Keep your voice down! And don't ever do that again... It's not like me...