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Epilogue Pacing her room, the Princess wonders if now is the right time. Plans were made to hold her Coronation next Saturday as this Sunday she will turn twenty-one. She knows with the small fights and skirmishes caused by that Traitor and his rebels that her people need a distraction, but deep down this nagging feeling tells her something bad is going to happen. The door to her room opens causing the Princess to jump in fright. Her boyfriend, realizing he startled her, takes quick strides and pulls her into his arms.

As if getting angry with what I act. Rather than give attention to what he said I preferred to rub my stomach which was slightly squirming but that did not stop my bad look at the nasty human in front of me. This is what makes being Hailey Perelman so difficult. All the sins she committed is what I am paying now. The princess lives a prosperous but sad life while the pauper lives a simple but happy life in the town. One day the princess thought of wandering around town. There she met the pauper and realized they looked alike.

I can’t really picture it yet I had seen it on the film he showed me. Slade opened the conference room door for us and there she was, the princess herself. She was wearing a basic black maxi dress with her pristine platinum blonde hair in a perfect updo. Her make-up was of course … flawless and her large diamond stud earrings sparkled under the fluorescent lights. When she saw us, she immediately got to her feet. I recognized the guy next to her as Toby, her boyfriend from her social media. “Hey guys,” she said, a little too chipper.

She was trending on the site’s front page. Another text. D:* The Spoiled Princess is a smash hit. You performed perfectly. Clean yourself up. I’m sending a car at midnight. I wish to taste my success. Sloane stared at the numbers, then at the message. The taste in her mouth was a mix of champagne, salt from her tears, and something else, something dark and addictive. She had sold a piece of her soul tonight, and the market had paid a fortune for it. As she limped towards the marble shower to wash away the evidence of her triumph, she knew the persona was no longer just an act.

He sat in the corner after ordering a coffee, took out his phone, and checked the audio from the couple. "How long are you going to keep her off the talent team's radar?" the woman, Charlotte, asked. "I am not that popular, King. Look at Arianna Rosales; she became popular overnight with a very rich husband." "Darling, I'm also rich. Don't worry; after we get rid of her, all of her compositions will be ours and you will become an unbeatable superstar," the man promised. "After she writes another one that makes us rich," Charlotte added.

“Honestly, if you wanted to pretend to be still out, you could have at least kept your breathing even.” “Are we sure she’s a spy?” “Who are you? What do you want?” I reached for my dagger but one of them lifted it and waved it. “It’s not even silver,” one of them said. “And it’s poorly made. I didn’t think the alpha king would let his little princess be so unprotected.” The other one chuckled. “It was surprisingly easy to snatch you of the street. Not a bit of a defense in you.” “It’s like she doesn’t know…”

The girls didn't told me anything that they're craving about as well. As I kept on walking, I saw Pop as his usual spot. "Pop!" I called and then he immediately turned his head into my direction. "Miss Lorna" he called. I walked towards him and saw the guy beside him. He's that polish guy right. It's his first day today. "who—" before I could even say anything. Pop already introduced him to me. "Charles. His name is Charles" Pop introduced.

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

William said softly, pulling out the chair for me. Reluctantly, I nodded and took the seat, with William settling into the chair beside me. To my surprise, I found myself enjoying the governor's party far more than I had expected. It was filled with exquisite food, lively entertainment, and warm laughter. Sitting beside the governor and his family felt surprisingly comfortable, their hospitality making me feel at ease. "The chef makes the best shrimp. You must try it, Sophia," Ophelia said, pushing a plate toward me with a kind smile. She then turned to William. "You too, sir," she added, noticing that he had only taken a small portion of the wings.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.