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At the perfect timing, she released the photos and video pieces of evidence she procured of Brittany’s inhumane character to the public, and the ‘’information hungry’’ Netizens ate it up. Brittany’s image was soiled and tarnished beyond repair. The shreds of evidence were irrefutable, and at the moment, everyone that could help her avoided her like a plague. Someone ‘’leaked’’ a photo of her unconscious on a sick bed with impaled limbs but instead of garnering the empathy of the public, they ate her up with malicious comments and made memes comparing her to a crab. She earned the name ‘’ Crab princess.’’ which entered the top trend.

After few minutes we reached my home and I got down. “Stella!” he called me. I bent forward and saw him through the car window. “You are royal. Classy.” Hearing him again my lips curved up with smile. Looking at me his lips curved up with a smirk. He continued telling “Oh Stella! I’m sorry I lied to you. I consider myself as a prince and you are going to be my girlfriend. So prince’s girlfriend is princess.” He laughed. My expression changed hearing him. I let out a sigh and shouted “You are not a prince. You are an idiot."

he said before leaving, Sofia couldn't help but be content. going up with some snacks and water, Sofia and Riya sat down to talk for a bit before getting ready, she was so happy that she had managed to buy something for herself with her money, Sofia hadn't gone hungry and she hadn't been without light or water for that little luxury. Sofia's life was becoming better and she was happy, everything wasn't perfect, but nothing would ever be perfect. ~.~.~.~.~.~.~ "My God, you look beautiful", Riya told her friend. Sofia had dressed up, she hadn't done that in years, never had time to worry about her appearance.

"Yes. But I don't think I've ever seen you somewhere before." "Yeah. You haven't", she said. "You know, when I was in high school, I saw a picture of The Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Valtoria giving a speech at the annual Christmas ball and since then I was crushing on him. I always follow new updates about you. Crazy, right." He chuckled. "But the funniest thing is that anytime I try to talk to Aurora about the Crown Prince or show her a pic, something was always coming up. So, she doesn't know who Prince Zuerien is. And she isn't on any social media so, she can't know."

I don't know what to except, looking at the situation around me, we are surrounded, my family is being held hostage, and the guys aren't letting me go. "Victoria, you really are a bitch you know that", "True, but I'm the bitch that got your first mate", "Do you really think that you won, are you forgetting who I am, I'm THE fucking HYBRID PRINCESS bitch",

Dapper, gallant with a dash of humor on the side, were the reasons why ladies want to throw themselves to the third prince. But in every family there will always be a black sheep and royalty or not, there's no exemption to this. The Royal Family has two and goes by the name of Prince Lazlo and Prince Lachlan, both were drop-dead gorgeous bad boys who choose girls and bikes over books and studies. Dubbed by the media as Royal Rebel and Fuvkboi respectively, scandal follows them everywhere faster than their Lambos and Bugatti. They're the walking pain in the ass, if I may add.

“You still argue with me. You still steal food off my plate. You still look at me like I’m ridiculous half the time.” “You are ridiculous.” “There she is.” Her chest tightened at the familiar line. Luca studied her carefully for another moment before speaking again. “They call you Tabloid Princess now.” Sienna looked horrified immediately. “Do not say that out loud.” “I think it’s cute.” “I think it sounds like I lost a custody battle in Monaco.” Luca laughed softly under his breath. “That might be the worst description you’ve ever given me.” “I’m overwhelmed.” “You’re famous now.” “That is literally my nightmare.”

I didn't respond to Tricia's accusations or her video right away. Instead, I flooded my own social media accounts with lifestyle photos, shopping sprees, afternoon teas, and weekend getaways. And in every single photo, I deliberately showed off luxury handbags, sports cars, designer jewelry, and our sprawling penthouse. All the hallmarks of a spoiled rich wife. It was pure bait. As expected, within days, my follower count exploded by the millions. The comment section was on fire. People tore into me for flaunting my wealth and being materialistic. Even those who had sided with me began to turn on me.

In a grand medieval castle, Princess Poppy lounged on her plush, velvet throne, her petite frame draped in an extravagant gown of shimmering silk. At just eighteen years of age, the princess was already renowned for her insatiable appetites – not just for the finest delicacies and vintage wines, but for the pleasures of the flesh as well.