Romans & histoires The Hidden Princess Revenge And Love

“Find him and you will find this run-away sea witch. We thought about people who have run-away recently and the only person we can come up with that knows or who can figure out everything is—” “The princess of the Southern Kingdom,” I finished. As if my work was not hard already. That princess was matched to another. “She doesn’t seem like a sea witch,” I said aloud. “And, she matched to another. If she couples with the prince, it could cause a war we can not survive. Prince Mitchalus of the Antarctican Pod was not liking her staying with the prince in the first place.” Aquant released another groan.

George and Becky’s faces looked like emojis. “You are getting married, George, and you never told me.” Her hands trembled as her lips quivered. The betrayal stung her just like revenge felt good. This was my little gift to them. I haven't even begun yet. I was Princess Normani, a woman of royalty. We were taught how to sharpen and wield our swords. I haven't even started t o sharpen my sword yet, and tears were already flowing. Ha!

Her instincts screamed that the figure was telling truths, but truths that could destroy her if she wasn’t careful. “You will see it all,” the figure continued, stepping closer, the mist parting with unnatural grace. “The betrayals, the hidden threats, the powers that seek to claim you. The house, the forest, the bond… nothing is as it seems.” Aria felt a chill crawl over her. “Why now?” she asked, voice barely audible, but fierce. “Why reveal this now?” “Because you are ready,” the figure said, almost kindly, though the kindness was hollow. “Or perhaps because you have no choice.”

Not because there was nothing to say but because everything we could say was too large to fit into words yet. I stared out the oval window, watching darkness swallow the wing, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Her hair was tangled, her eyes too sharp, too awake. There were faint scratches along her collarbone and wrist—souvenirs from a rooftop where the truth finally stopped hiding. I wasn’t the Hidden Heiress anymore. I wasn’t the substitute. I was the girl whose grandfather had signed her death warrant before she was old enough to understand what betrayal looked like.

Dominic stood and shoved his phone into the front pocket of his black slacks. “I would like to have my phone back.” I muttered. “Oh.” He leaned over and lifted the coffee table's top, revealing a hidden compartment. I didn’t think he would let me have my phone back, but he pulled out my purse and handed it to me. Filled with excitement, I grabbed the bag, yanking it from his hand. After retrieving my phone, I set the purse on the table and clutched the phone in my hands. “Thank you.” I smiled widely at him.

“But enough about that. Are you an intern?” “No. I’m his secretary.” Her mouth dropped open in surprise. “Shut up. You’re Xander’s personal secretary? Oh, Yasmine is not going to like this. I am so in.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. Whatever drama existed between Natasha and Yasmine didn’t concern me. I had my own mission. I needed to get close to Xander—to gain his trust, access confidential information, and hand it all over to my uncle. And when the time was right, I’d watch his empire fall. Then, when Stephen Black finally surfaced from the hole he was hiding in, I’d make sure he faced the justice he escaped. My uncle has tried so hard to locate him but it has been fruitless. No one kn

Saying no might alert him that I know something. I want him completely clueless. It would make my revenge more sweeter. I run my hand through his soft brown hair, the noise he makes encourages me. “I love you,” he mumbles against my lips, cupping my breasts. His words ring hollow and I realize there’s no feeling behind it. My anger starts to rise but I close my eyes and push into him hard. He matches my pace passionately. The air sings with the heat of our bodies rubbing impatiently together. The last thought that filters into my head before I shove everything away is ‘Nothing will ruin my revenge.’

Bloodline authenticated. Power inheritance sequence initiated. The throne beneath my hand transformed. Cracks appeared across its surface. The dark stone shifted and reshaped itself. Golden veins spread through it. When the transformation stopped, the throne was no longer dark. It radiated silver and gold light combined. The Alpha stared at it in shock. “It responded to you.” The scarred wolf dropped to one knee again. “So it is true.” “What is true?” I asked. He lifted his gaze. “You are not just a survivor.”

Who could know the secret passages except him? Nobody!. What happened next? Obviously, the princess, who hailed from a hostile kingdom, understood that a grim fate awaited her, killed His Majesty and escaped like a thief in the night. I made a cuckoo sign. “A fragile girl could do something like that with a strong man?” Chartreuse had already realized that he had his foot in his mouth and went silent for about three minutes. Then his eyes lit up. “What if she’s a witch?” I shrugged. It was possible, of course, but...

And I couldn’t afford it for long. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, smearing away the tears before they could stain me further. I stood, forcing my shoulders back, forcing my spine straight. I refused to let them see me break. They wanted me irrelevant. Small. Forgotten. I wouldn’t give them that satisfaction. Yes, Liam was marrying Elena. Yes, they were rewriting history and crowning her as the rightful heir. But there were truths buried deeper than their ceremonies. Secrets etched in ink and blood. A mother still missing. A ledger still out there.