The Crown Princess Scandal Novels & Stories

I stared at him for a second, then took it slowly, already annoyed because if this was another attempt at convincing me of this nonsense, I was about to lose whatever patience I had left. Then I looked at the screen. And just like that, everything in my head went completely still. The headline was bold. Too bold and looks too real. Alexandra Fisher Hale the queen of the business world is pregnant and to be married to Jacob Grey. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I looked up at Dada. “What the actual fuck?” The words came out before I could even stop them, because at this point, manners were the least of my concerns. Because what?

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

Juno said, “Caspian is about to nuke his sandbox.” By afternoon, the second thing broke. The news. A leak exploded across every major network simultaneously. Not from Wikileaks. Not from any known whistleblower group. The source was anonymous, but the content was surgical. Financial institutions funding private wars. Governments suppressing climate data. Corporations manipulating food supply chains. All interconnected. All traceable. All impossible to ignore. “This is Caspian,” Rico said, watching the screens. “No,” Juno said slowly. “This is Elias losing control of the narrative.”

She says " He has some sort of meeting with the board." " Do you know that he's planning on me marrying some stranger that's gonna be the new CEO of G enterprises?" My mom looks up at me completely shocked "No way sweety your dad would never do that."she says "Well that's not what Marco told Liv." "He must've misunderstood." She says but not very convincing. I just sighed then my phone went off I checked it and it was a message from Enrique. "Hey Princess I know you had fun last night and I know I'll see you again soon."

Today, the court would decide what would become of my parents. Every sentence from the broadcasters scraped at my nerves. The charges were recounted again and again, as though repetition made them truer. The assassination plot. The betrayal. The whispers of mutiny. Their voices were clinical, professional, yet each word carried the weight of a noose tightening around my father’s neck. And threaded between all of it, me. My name. My transgressions. “…and of course, we must address the scandal that has shaken the monarchy itself. Lady Cassandra, estranged wife of Crown Prince Richard, is confirmed to be in the residence of his older brother, Prince Arden…”

The headline was a death sentence for my privacy: SCANDAL HOLIDAY SPECIAL: PRINCE LEON ABANDONS HIS NEWLY ANNOUNCED SOON-TO-BE BRIDE AT THE OPENING CEREMONY TO RESCUE A MYSTERY WOMAN FROM WRECKAGE There was another headline that was much worse than the first one: HOLIDAY SCANDALS: THE IDENTITY OF THE WOMAN HAS BEEN CONFIRMED TO BE AURORA WRIGHT, A PHOTOGRAPHER HIRED FOR THE CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION. I saw more headlines that weren’t just exposing my and Aurora’s privacy but also Noel’s. AND THERE IS A BABY TOO. IS THE WOMAN PRINCE Leon’s SECRET WOMAN AND THE BABY HIS? “Father has seen it all,” Elara said, her voice trembling slightly. “He’s at the mansion, and he’s angry and shutting everyone u

This whole thing sure is quite the mess… There are a few things that I need to make sure of, for example; I need to make sure that his royal blondiness already knows that she has that [charm] effect surrounding her… If he already knows, which is the biggest probability, which would be a huge problem…right? “The crown prince is using the powers of the saint to gather followers through charm spells”, I can already say that if this goes public it would be quite the spectacle, a huge scandal enough to strip him of the crown prince position, or even jail him if you know how to perfectly use that against him

“Your father won’t make this easy.” Chris smiled faintly. “No. He won’t.” Callie exhaled. “So the world is about to find out who you really are.” “Yes,” Chris said. “And who she is.” Sin’s pulse thundered. The Crown Princess. Not because of blood. Because of choice. Dinner ended quietly after that. Conversations softer. Thoughtful. Everyone aware that something irrevocable had shifted. Later, as they stood on the terrace watching the estate lights shimmer below, Chris rested his forehead against Sin’s.

“Entering the hall is Your Majesty, King Zyden George X and his wife Queen Ellena.” The announcer said loudly as the couple stood at the top of the stairs. "Followed by their beautiful and only daughter, the heir apparent, Princess Hannah Antonette Ruiz from the Kingdom of Andorra." Hannah sighed as yet again her name was spoken incorrectly. It’s Antonyeite, not Antonette. She just fixed her navy-blue ball gown that the dressmakers had just made for her. It is her kind of gown. She likes to wear gowns that would really fit her curves.

A prince from Aether is getting caught off guard by a princess who just turned queen from a lower kingdom than he is. I do not reply. I find my way back to my room without even telling father or Kael. I summon Anna to help me for bedtime. She shows up and smiles, "Your Highness, you were so marvelous during the entire ceremony." "Thank you, Anna." She starts removing my dress and has my nightgown hugging me in no time. Her actions were swift but gentle. She arranges my jewelry back to its designated cases. She carefully removes my crown and places it on its cushion case. I stare at the intricate gold carving adorned with the best diamonds.