The Wrong Prince Charming Novels & Stories

she stammered, trying to brush past May. But May wasn’t letting her go that easily. She grabbed Irene’s wrist tightly. “Oh, don’t even try it. Irene Garfield. Do you remember that name? Because I do. You think just because you’re in designer gowns now and rubbing shoulders with billionaires, you can erase who you were?” Irene swallowed hard, her throat dry. May leaned in, voice full of venom. “Remember that night at the club? You were dancing for cash like a desperate stray. Now you’re Giselle Carrington? Wife of the Ryan Carrington? That’s a hell of a leap. I’m impressed, honestly.”

Brenda was starting to get angry. "I don't understand why you don't either," he felt the same way. "Your eagerness to wait for Prince Charming! And in the meantime, what? Besides, Prince Charmings don't exist. At most, you can expect regular, ordinary guys like me." "I'm not waiting for any prince. But I am waiting for someone I feel something for, not just the first one who comes along," she felt her face burning. "And I'm sorry, but I'm not going to bring any of my friends home for you to cheat on me right in front of my eyes! I already have enough with everyone at your company pitying me and laughing at me because of your affair with Francesca."

He said, obviously not as a compliment. “Not as audacious as you who disowned your father and dropped your last name at such a young age.” Blake complimented. “So, Mr. Brandon, I know Stephanie is quite picky and was a pompous little princess back then. How did you manage to make her fall for you who was merely her driver?” He asked curiously. Brandon scoffed in disbelief, “Why don’t you ask your aunt? She was the real princess who fell in love and even married a pauper. Maybe there is this infatuation princesses have with paupers, I can’t explain it myself.”

I whispered, hugging her from behind, and rested my chin on her shoulder. “Why do you call me princess?” She questioned innocently, and the thought of groping her ass, spank her, came to a halt and I leered. “I only read about them in stories,” I shrugged my shoulder, “amusing yet unrealistic, knowing how they don’t exist, the whole idea felt stupid to me,” circling my finger around her belly button, “until I met you, a princess with no kingdom, beautiful and full of light, you were unrealistic for me.”

“Do you think it’s the truth? Did Summer really toy with the two prince charmings? When they saw the director’s group discussing things together, those women came together and started gossiping again. Samson and Jasper were the two main discussion topics. It was not just because they were rich men that every woman wanted to marry, but that they were in the love triangle with Summer. “Jasper was once my prince charming, but I don’t like him anymore since he married Summer. Still, Samson is more handsome because he is of mixed blood, is rich, and is capable.”

The name alone made my teeth clench. He had always been the wild one, the charming one, the prince who could do no wrong in the public eye. But I knew better. Beneath the calm exterior, Arden was cold, manipulative, the kind of man who saw people as chess pieces. And Sandra… she was just another pawn on his board. He’d taken advantage of her when she was vulnerable. I was sure of it. Whispered promises, false protection, a savior’s act. And Sandra, foolish as she could be when her emotions clouded her judgment, had fallen right into his trap.

Four glasses of champagne over two hours. She had not read carefully enough. The marriage certificate was real. She had held it next to her own copy. Both said the same thing. Both had her name, Octavia Maddox, and both had his name too, which she had not thought to look for when she was signing because she had been looking for what she expected and not what she hadn't thought to look for. Bastien Leclair. The name meant something in Tripicity. She had filed it when Priya said it in the dressing room and she was pulling it back now with the specific attention of someone who had just discovered it was considerably more relevant than the section she had filed it under.