Lincoln was a big help in keeping an eye on Prince Augustus while I was in the music studio preparing for the upcoming event next month. He did this for two weeks, and when I asked him why he was helping me, Lincoln’s only response was, “YOU LOOK LIKE A FOOL WAITING HERE.” I’m not sure whether I’ll be happy or annoyed, but because of that, Lincoln became my friend, my first close friend in Borstal. “Can you please go to the music studio? Stop asking nonsense questions!” Lincoln said, obviously pissed off. “I’m not going to stop until you tell me what’s up with you and Prince Augustus,” I said, teasing grin. “Do you like him? Don’t worry. I won’t judge you.” “I like him a lot...” my eyes almost widened when he said that. “Because he’s my best friend, OKAY?” he clarified. “Don’t deny it; I can see it in your eyes.” I pointed to Lincoln’s eyes. “That you like him as in like, not just as a friend,” I joked. “Gemma, I’m straight.” He turned around and was about to leave when I blocked
"What happens earlier?" King Lucien asked. "Mr. Eduardo said that you and Lincoln fought. Why? And what was the reason for your fight?"The prince did not answer. He was just standing and spacing out."I'm talking to you, AUGUSTUS!" It startled me when King Lucien slammed the table. "Do you think I didn't see what you did to Gemma? Mr. Eduardo left a copy of the CCTV near your private room. I saw how you pushed Gemma.""Your majesty, P-Prince Augustus didn't mean to push me. I was the one ..."King Lucien raises his hand, indicating that I stop. "Please, Gemma, don't cover him for his wrongdoing against you. Tell me the truth, does he always do this to you? ""No, your majesty." I shook my head."Yes, I enjoy hurting Gemma, seeing her suffer every day. And just thinking about her makes me sick." Prince Augustus turned his gaze at me. His face looked calm, but his eyes were set ablaze. "The longer it lasts, the more I want to torture her.""Enough!" King Lucien said out loud. "What do y
It's been two days since Raeanna departed, but before she did, I still tried to persuade the prince to stop Raeanna from going. "Are you going to sit there and watch Raeanna leave? Why don't you fight for her?" "Shut the hell up!" "Go after her. You are the prince. You can even bring the plane to a halt. We're both aware that you want her. You still have feelings for Raeanna." "SHUT UP! I don't care if she leaves; Raeanna abandoned me to suffer alone." "No, she didn't! Sorry if I was rude, but Raeanna did not abandon you. Raeanna only needs to decide on his family first." "It's the same thing." He grasped my arm and squeezed it. "Don't give me shit you don't know about." The prince let go of my hand right away. "Get out of here now." Here I am again, seated, waiting for the prince to come out from his private room. I was alone and unaccompanied. I haven't been able to speak with anyone after Lincoln got suspended. Well, Emmet is here, but he can't talk nicely. I can't even go to
As I rushed to the gate, I spotted Allerick and Blythe sitting next to the guard, waiting for someone to pick them up. I tried not to weep because I wanted to show them a smile, not my tears. "Hey, you mischievous kids!" I yelled out while waving my hand in the air. "ATE!" They dashed out the door and flung their arms around me. "How come you're here?" Allerick leaps for pleasure. "I told you, Blythe, ate Gemma was coming home." "OK, you win," Blythe replied, frowning. "It's nice you're here, ate. Allerick won't force me to come to you every day." I messed up both of their hair. "How are things going?" "We're fine," Allerick responded. "It's a relief to know you're all okay," I said. "How did you do while I was gone? Aren't you causing Mama's head to hurt?" "It's Blythe who gets on mama's nerves every time she asks about Ki..." Blythe abruptly shut Allerick's lips, preventing him from finishing whatever he was about to say. "Can we go home? I'm sick of all the things we did."
The joy in her eyes can be seen the minute she has eaten with Allerick and Lincoln. It was so much fun that I didn't know it was time to return to Borstal. Lincoln reminded me of a text message. Lincoln Royu: I hate to say this, but it's time to go, Gemma. To: Lincoln Royu OK, but can I have five more minutes? I just want to say goodbye to them properly. Lincoln Royu: OK, After drinking the glass of water, I cleared my throat. "How's the food?" I came to a halt. "Um... ah, Kuya Samuel is on his way to pick you up here." "Is it only us? You're not coming with us?" Blythe asked. "How can I say this... ah I-I can't go home yet, Ate still has a lot of schoolwork to do. Remember when I said I'd return with Papa?" I said as an excuse. "Don't you think they're giving you too much work? Can you say no, ate?" Blythe paused. "The house is too lonely when you're not there," she barely whispers. "Please!!" "B-Blythe... I'm sorry, but even if I wanted to go home, I couldn't since I had a
I couldn’t help but smile as we were on the trip back to Borstal, even though something unexpected had happened. The vehicle remained parked behind Borstal, where we had exited. He turned off the car engine, and we got out of the car and entered the gate. We caught Emmet asleep on a nearby bench in the prince’s private chamber. Lincoln chuckled. "This loafer." He brought his face up to Emmet. He patted Emmet’s brow. So, it awoke. "What the..." "Loafer, wake up!" "Jeez!" he screamed as he shoved Lincoln. "Lincoln! Darn you! You can wake me up without putting your face into mine." "I told you to keep an eye on the prince and not fall asleep." "You think I’ll just stand there staring at him all day?" Emmet gets up. "How was your trip?" "It was fun," I replied. "Good, my time spent watching after the prince should not be wasted." "As though you did something, all you did was sleep the entire time. Are you certain the prince is still there? You might not have realized he had gotte
The call abruptly came to a stop. It doesn’t make me feel better; instead, it makes me feel worse. Those phrases of the prince... make me anxious as well.It’s 12:30 a.m., yet King Augustus and Prince Augustus have still not returned to the palace. I think I won’t be able to sleep. To fall asleep, I went down to the library cause reading helps me sleep faster. I’m not sure which of these books I’ll read first. Fortunately, there are labels on every bookcase, so I had no trouble choosing an intriguing book. I was excited to see what was in these books, particularly the one about their family history, but when I saw how thick it was, I felt lazy to read it all of a sudden. What I did instead of reading was wander around the library out of sheer boredom. I spotted something at the far end of the library, a door that was blocked by a bookcase. It has a vibrant hue. It is visible to anybody. There was a warning sign on the wall showing it was off-limits, but I went anyway. My feet moved slo
"Have a nice meal." Mr. Sullivan, our English teacher, stated. I grabbed all of my books and placed them in the bag. Hang my backpack over my shoulder and turn heads out. "Come back here, Miss Gemma." a deep voice said from behind me. I took a step back. "Yes, Mr. Sullivan?" "Could you please do me a favor?" "What is it, Mr. Sullivan?" "Could you please return the books that I borrowed to the library? Don't worry; it’s not that much." I turned my gaze to the prince, who was walking away from me. "But…" "Just go over him after you've returned the books." I walked back into the room. Mr. Sullivan took the books underneath the desk one after the other. "One, two, three, four, fifth, and sixth..." Just glancing at the books he places on the table makes me dizzy. Is this what he says not much? "Mr. Sullivan, you stated a few books... There are far too many of these books. I can't carry them all by myself." "If Emmet can do it, so you can." "But, we have different strengths. Emmet i
Prince Augustus POV "Don't go straight to the palace. There's a place I have to go first." "Yes, Your Highness," The chauffeur, who has been tasked with escorting me to the palace, responds to my command by taking a different route. It's been six years since I took a plane to Luxembourg to wed Felicity, the woman who would later become my ex-wife. I haven't told anybody else about the contract because doing so is against the rules. This is why I had no choice but to get married to Felicity and then get a divorce from her after we had been married for six years. I was with Felicity for six years, and she loved me. I never developed romantic feelings for her. For the simple reason that I know, deep down, that someone is out there. I'm holding something that Lincoln personally gave to me. There's a note with an address on it, and he told me to check it out. Because that's where my true love was, I know exactly who I'll meet there. "Your Highness, we have arrived." I was completely a
"Hey, Gemma!" A voice called out from behind. I turned around to see Ivan waving his hand in the air. "See you in the next sem!" "You, too," I replied with a wave. Now that the first semester is over, I can't believe how quickly time has passed. In just a few short months, I will have completed my second year of college. But regardless of how quickly time passes, there is still no assurance that I will run into him again in the future. It's been two years since the last time we said our goodbyes to each other, and up until this very moment, I'm still holding out hope that fate will grant us happy endings and that he is coming back. Every day, I wait for that hope, and while I lingered in the past, everyone else chose to move forward. All of my loved ones, whom I've been protecting since then, are safe and sound. We used to attend the same school, but now that we're all grown up, Mishelley, Abel, and I make our own decisions about going to different universities. We may have gone in d
I stared at him, and I was looking much more desperate now that I had looked at him. But his gaze was no longer fixed on me. Just stare at me for a second, please! And Walden grabs my hand. "Come on, Gemma. I tightened my hold on the seat belt as if buying him time to decide whether to chase me away or simply drop me off at my home. I let go as Walden carefully dragged me from the vehicle. Walden was about to shut the door in my face, but I quickly put my hand back on the door to prevent him from doing so. I shook my head from side to side and pleaded with him not to close the door, but he went ahead and closed it after he removed my fingers one by one from the handle. The car began to move. Watching his car pull away made me feel like I was going to collapse. So, this is how he felt when I just left him out of the blue. He takes my face in his hand and stares into my eyes. "You are so beautiful that there are moments when I can't even look at you in the eyes. Don't just vanish on m
I did my absolute best to complete my performance successfully. After that dramatic performance, I was startled to see a standing ovation from the audience. I'm overcome with emotion, perhaps because this was the first time anyone acknowledged me; this time, they praised only me and no one else. The smile on my face didn’t leave me as well as Lincoln, who was on the side of the stage the whole time smiling ear to ear as he applauded me proudly. But that applause stopped when the prince's arrival was announced. "Ehem!” The host cleared his throat, which was louder than the noise of the crowd. "Let's all welcome the next ruler, Prince Augustus!" The applause that used to be for me is now for the prince walking down the aisle of the theater with the one everyone is waiting for, Felicity. The crowd started to bow their heads, not me, who was looking at him. I was on the stage, which is why our eyes met. But it didn't take long, I can't bear to look at him. I caused him pain, and to this d
I watched his car drive away before I turned around and headed back. When I turned around, I could see Mishe and Abel peering through the transparent wall. They seemed very interested in what we were discussing. “You are different, Gemma. Even His Royal Highness Prince Emmanuel paid a visit here to see you!” Mishelley said.To which Abel responded, “I bet Tara will go crazy if she finds out that you’re close with him.”I disregarded everything that they said and headed upstairs without stopping.“Gemma, at least explain why he wanted to see you,” they pleaded.I twisted the knob and opened the door with a pull. There is a familiar violin that is currently resting on my bed, and there are pieces of paper stuck to it. I took it in my hand and placed it on my lap before I started feeling it with both of my hands. This is my mother’s violin; of course, it’s my favorite thing she’s holding. Even if she kept this for ten years, I will vividly recall what it looks like even after all that tim
It’s been a couple of weeks since I left the palace. Remembering his face causes me so much pain that I cry and break down, so I try not to think about him for a while so that I can focus on my family and their happiness instead. It’s only been a few weeks, yet it seems much longer.Mishelley tapped me on the shoulder and urged me to leave my lonely room and go out and meet new people. "Get your thoughts down, Gemma. We’re not going anywhere without you.""Maybe we should leave her alone," Abel suggested, sensing that I wasn’t in the mood for conversation. "Mishe, she’s in a vegetative condition."Mishelley scowled at Abel, who had no concept of what a vegetative condition was."What?" Abel held up both hands.Mishelley switched her attention back to me and said, "If this is about him again, you need to move on.""Yes, just move on," Abel stated again and again."His rumored engagement to the duchess’s granddaughter has been widely reported. They mentioned it numerous times throughout
Sitting in the car, watching the light of every building the car that passes by. Listening to music that is painful to hear in real life, sobbing that doesn’t seem to leave me, and drawing that offers new pain to me Going into the old building where the music club was located was the first place I ever felt welcome. And this day might be the last day I’ll be going here. I'm afraid to step on my feet, maybe because I think they're disappointed in me. I haven't even done anything in this club, and now I will say goodbye. From the moment I pulled the doorknob, I was surprised by many party poppers. I didn't expect what they did; they hosted a farewell party for me. I was wrong in what I thought; it turns out they were not disappointed. You know it's odd because not even a drop of tears came out of my eyes—maybe because I used up all my tears yesterday. All I could feel was happiness; despite the heartache, I was feeling, there was still some happiness left in me. I didn't know the fare
I carried those cries until I was sent home. It just stopped when I received Blythe’s message. Telling me that we got our old house back and that they are on their way home. And it feels odd because I should be happy. So how come I’m still feeling it—this pain that seems to be killing me little by little? We stopped at our old house, which surprised me because I didn’t tell him to drop me off at my old house. “Here.” Walden handed me a phone. I took the phone without asking. “You know what I regret doing? I never should have asked you to be his personal maid; otherwise, you'll never have the same fate I had with your mother. I apologize, Gemma. You are a big part of why he changed and I am indebted for that,” King Lucien paused. “But I did what I promised. Now you can go back to your normal life, your life before you met each other, like strangers,” Walden pointed out the window after the king hung up the phone. My father, who was waiting for me to get out of the car, was smiling fr
The time passed so quickly. Two days here with Augustus may seem short, but the days I had with him were so magical that they filled my heart with happiness, which was already enough. That's the most time I've spent with him since he was introduced to take the throne. I'll forever treasure this moment with him. I was wandering around before we finally left this place, asking myself, will I be able to be back here in the future? He was waving his hand in the air, signaling to me that it was time to leave the place. My face may seem so pleased, but inside I was preparing to say goodbye to him. "Don't worry, we'll be back here soon," he said coyly. "Hmm-mm," I said, nodding. My heart was on fire, as if it would soon be consumed. None of what the prince said would come true because I lied for the entire two days. I was guilty but was more broken. Augustus couldn’t take his hand off mine while he was driving back to Manila as if he had predicted that I was planning to leave. I awoke n