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the princess said, crossing her tiny arms across her chest, trying to look menacing. Mateo shook his head as he whirled towards me. His eyes were dangerous as he stared at me. "Yes, I am a virgin. Yes, if you want to sell it to the paparazzo, you can. Oh, and also, pink wig," he said as he tugged slightly at my wig. "Tell them the name of the one who is going to take my virginity for extra gold. It is an exclusive, too. Vera Rhys." It was my f*cking turn to choke on air. I coughed until my eyes watered, and the prince patted my back, not so gently, until I stopped coughing.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

My heart sped off without preamble. "Who do you think the queen would call? You know she has an impeccable taste, and whoever she choses would be as fierce as her. I really wish I was from a royal family, so I could at least stand a chance. Oh, how lucky the girl she would select would be," she whined. I turned away as I made a slightly non-committal sound. I didn’t need this gossip. My fingers thawed at me flesh as I embraced the pain. "Princess Joanna Wisp from the Stardust Pack," The queen called. A young woman who was thinly built with the height of runaway model stepped forward, a smile pasted on her face. Her gold dress sparkled like the light, and I felt completely at a loss.

Rhae chuckled to herself. "I just came here to-" He paused, realising he couldn't disclose that he came here to check on how she was doing. That he couldn't stop thinking about her, about how gorgeous she was. "I came here to brief you on your next assignment as plans have changed. The Princess has gone missing, and we can use this to our advantage. Spies have reported the King has turned into a madman, there is little chance you can seduce him with his daughter missing as well. So your task is to find the Princess, return her to the king as a member of the Amiran guild and convince him to host a celebration ball of his daughter's return. Then at the party, you will convince him to marry you

"There are the videos which are causing the rumors. These tapes are made by a professional impersonator, even the sound system looks like real. Dea scrolled down through the videos in that YouTube channel, there were total seven of them. Those already got many viewers and comments about the side effects of their new foundation 'Petals', but they weren't true. Dea was strictly handling her makeup industry, there was no way that the products could be made by bad ingredients. Whoever uploaded these videos truly wanted to annihilate her reputation. She noticed the channel's name, it was Spoiled Makeup, though she didn't recognize the model in the tapes

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

A herald stepped forward, lifted his chin, and unrolled a scroll so long it could have doubled as a carpet. “Aveline Asteria Laurel, princess of this realm, stands accused of treason.” Gasps. “She stands accused of conspiring to harm the queen.” More gasps. “She stands accused of attempting to destabilize the crown and endanger the royal family.” My breath left me in a sharp exhale. “That is a lie. All of it. Every word. Especially the last one. I do not even like this family.” Nobles recoiled. “She speaks?” “She dares?”

The door slammed behind me as she stormed off, her frustration echoing in the hallway. Back in the dorm, I opened Instagram and clicked on a post from an account that had just uploaded something five minutes ago: a selfie of Scarlett dressed in all designer clothes. She had a secret Instagram account where she pretended to be an independent, wealthy young woman, posting pictures of luxury items and amassing over 30,000 followers. The things in the photo—things I knew all too well—were borrowed from us in the dorm, including several of Lily's clothes and bags. Scrolling further, I found a screenshot of the time Scarlett had used my account to buy cards in a game. The comments were full of pra

She looked pretty good. Then, she clicked the third hashtag: #CinderellaExposed. The mood shifted instantly. Someone—an anonymous account—had posted a photo of her ID badge. Name: Harper Evans. Position: Domestic Caretaker / Maid. Education: Undergraduate (Rejected from Corporate). The caption read: "Stop worshipping her. She's not a princess. She's just a maid who wipes his floors. Guess she found a faster way to climb the corporate ladder: by climbing into her disabled boss's bed. #GoldDigger"

I checked it and saw that people were mentioning me on a post. Princess lipgloss: My goodness! Do you know that she was flirting with Ashton the other day? What a pathetic sl*t! xoxosomi: Really? Oh my gosh, she's even the top student! That's embarrassing! sasagorl: Maybe she didn't know that Ashton has a girlfriend. Ashton is a known playboy on the campus anyway. Princess lipgloss: Hey @BellaSalv. What do you wanna say? I scrolled until the end, and everyone was talking about me because of that 100-layered-lipgloss blabbermouth.