Novel & Cerita Royal Trash

I couldn’t keep up the headlines. “It’s trending on Twitter, every social media, gossip sites, morning talk shows. Everywhere.” He showed me on the iPad, swiping every page. They were all the same. "They call her A Royal Wrecker. Hashtag #RoyalWreckerBitch. My apology for the word, Your Highness.” I grabbed the remote from Marko, turning the volume loud. My heart sunk. My skin went cold as ice.

“Raine is none of your concern. King Reginald stood abruptly, his tall frame imposing. “He is very much our concern if he interferes with your royal duty. Refuse this marriage, and we will destroy him. Publicly. We will expose every transaction, every late night visit. The media will paint him as a gold digging whore who seduced the prince. His life will be ruined, school, reputation, everything. And you… you will be stripped of your title and inheritance if you continue this.” The words hit Daniel like a physical blow. He stared at his father, chest heaving. For a moment, the grand study felt really suffocating, the weight of centuries of royal expectation pressing down on him.

"I just can't believe I have been moving about with royalty all this time and never knew it." "Hey, I left the crown behind when I escaped. There is no royalty left in me." "Mhm. You think I forgot how you fussed on those beds we slept on in the motels or how picky you were with food? Even when you shopped for outfits at the thrift store, you picked out the most suitable clothes, stylish and elegant." "Oh." "Mhm. You spoke posh and still do, but it's less obvious now." She punched him, and he coughed. "I always thought you were from old money, but being a princess was far from my mind."

AT MY PLACE. Yes_you_suck YAY! PARTY! Will_the_devil SORRY TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE, BUT, ROYAL WEDDINGS CAN TAKE PLACE ONLY AT THE PALACE. Cereal_killer ... I_love_my_mommy ... Yes_you_suck ... I_pooped ... THAT'S EVEN BETTER ISN'T IT? Cereal_killer YASS! WE GET TO SEE THE PALACE AND TASTE THE RICH PEOPLE FOOD. Yes_you_suck

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

I only languidly left the house when the afternoon rolled around, hailing a cab to Lowen Group. As expected, Hunter was leading a group of people and causing a scene on the first floor of the building. "I'll have you know that you're no longer the heir of a prestigious family, Justin. You need to learn how to conduct yourself properly when you're around me in the future." Hunter grabbed a chair and smashed it against the glass coffee table. The broken shards were scattered all across the floor. After Lowen Group filed for bankruptcy, all the employees were laid off, so the building was completely deserted.

A donation box was placed before me, and my hand was outstretched as I made to drop a bank card inside. One of the people watching me mocked, "My, my! Look at you, Thalia Stoneridge. Everyone else donated cash, but you're putting a bank card inside. Don't think Jonathan will get together with you just because you're donating more than the others!" "Exactly! Jon's not interested in your stupid money!" someone else said. I returned to my senses and looked at my bank card. Then, I retracted my hand and put the card back in my pocket. "Well, alright. Since you guys think my money is stupid, I won't donate anything. I don't want to dirty everything else inside the box."

“Royal household. This is the butler speaking. How may I be of help?” “I need to speak directly to the king.” “And who is this?” “Don Aziel.” “A moment please.” The line went mute for five minutes before someone finally spoke. “Hello,” finally the king said, his voice unmistakably irritated. “We have a problem.” “If this is about Zarek being stubborn, rest assured I’ve had enough for today. Tell him I’ll cut his allowance.” “He’s been kidnapped,” I said, not having the time to mince my words. “How did that happen? I thought you—”

My voice was gentle as I said, "How kind-hearted you are, Annie. You can even happily pick up the trash that I, Cecilia Forrest, throw away. Not only that, you've even managed to create a 'miracle of love' with it." Anne was trembling violently. She tried to shrink behind Jim. At the same time, she instinctively clutched her bulging belly protectively. Bending down, I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "But some things are rotten all the way down to the bone. You think you've won? "You slept your way to the top and then used your pregnancy to steal another woman's fiance. Do you think the Forrests will ever accept you? Or could it be that you plan on living your whole life in my shadow,

He emerged from a dumpster, reeking, utterly defeated. My bodyguards flanked me immediately, blocking his approach. Helpless, he could only beg from a distance. "Sheila, I know I was wrong. Please, can you spare me? My parents are old. If the company collapses, they won't survive it!" I stepped back, holding my nose at his stench. His expression flickered with embarrassment. "Does that have anything to do with me?" I asked coldly. "Of course it does! Don't you love me? You never had a boyfriend abroad all these years. Didn't you wait to come back and marry me?