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Irene’s POV.

Fairytales are always deceiving. I remember my mother telling me stories in which the prince solves every problem. He can just make everything fine by the snap of his fingers. It always annoyed me but maybe I always beleived it. And I was waiting for him. The long wait made me hate fairytales. I felt betrayed. Like it was a false hope.

The moment I saw the amount I was going to receive after this contract, it felt unreal. The problem in my life was money. And it was written on the paper, ten million. Like it was simple. It was not just ten million. It was an end to starving days, to the constant anxiety of paying loan, doing odd jobs. The amount was enough for me to enjoy life. Until I complete my studies, and find a job. Lifting my head I saw the man sitting in front of me. Brown pair of eyes radiating coldness. Technically, he was my prince. That felt funny. Prince? He? Not that he wasn’t charming. He was-hot, but no prince could be this rude. Turning to Raven. I expr
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