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PRETEND PRINCESS UNEXPECTED PROXIMITY
Creed’s POVI sent off the final email for Evan Tech and leaned back in my chair. That should wrap up my work for today.I glanced up from my screen and froze.Yuyu was asleep.Her head had fallen back against the couch, her lips slightly parted. One arm dangled loosely over the side, while the other was curled up near her chest. Her laptop had slid dangerously close to the edge of the coffee table, threatening to fall.I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck.I should wake her up.Instead, I found myself just… looking, admiring her features.she was not the basic Betty I'd tell you that,she looked feminine and yet masculine like a thin line waiting for one to cross over the other but now in her sleep she looked like a goddess that dropped from the sky She was usually so animated—smirking, arguing, rolling her eyes dramatically. But right now? She looked peaceful. Not annoying. Not stubborn. Just soft.I exhaled and moved closer, carefully reaching for her laptop. I saved her work and
Last Updated : 2025-03-04PRETEND PRINCESS SPIRALING DESIRES
Yuki’s POVThe second I stepped through the door, I stormed straight into my bedroom, kicking off my heels and ripping the wig off my head.My heart was still hammering. My pulse had barely settled, and yet—I groaned loudly, running both hands through my hair before making a beeline for the bathroom.Hot. I needed a hot shower. Now.The water was scalding as it ran down my skin, but it still wasn’t enough to wash away the mortifying memory of what just happened.Creed had a boner.A very, very big boner.And it was my fault.Fuck.My fingers dug into my scalp as I scrubbed at my hair, trying to erase the image burned into my brain.The thick outline pressing against his sweatpants. The sheer size of it. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fucking fair.I clenched my jaw, leaning forward to press my forehead against the cold tiles.Why did he have to be that big? What was he feeding that thing? Steroids? Black magic? It was almost the length of an arm—who the fuck walks around packing something
Last Updated : 2025-03-05PRETEND PRINCESS CHAINED TO A RING
Creed’s POVBy the time I checked the time, it was already past three. I didn’t want to be late. Zara’s mother wasn’t the most patient woman, and I preferred to keep things smooth when it came to her.I slipped on my black button-down, pairing it with brown pants and a matching suit jacket. Simple, clean, respectable. Before heading out, I stopped by a florist and picked up a bouquet of roses. Mrs. Olive had a thing for flowers, and if I was going to sit through a dinner filled with her passive-aggressive comments, I might as well earn some points first.Zara had left early in the morning, probably to get ready. That woman could spend an entire day preparing for a dinner that would last barely two hours. It made me think back to the first time we met—there had barely been a proper introduction, just a passing glance, yet we had been tangled up in each other’s lives for over eight years now.When I arrived, I pushed open the huge white door. I had a key to this house—after all, I was t
Last Updated : 2025-03-06PRETEND PRINCESS DISASTROUS DAY
Yuki’s POVI stormed into the office, my black pants hugging my legs comfortably and my oversized yellow sweater adding a pop of color. A little bumblebee pin gleamed near my collar. My outfit screamed I am a ray of sunshine, even though my mood was anything but.Today was my last day working with Creed, and honestly, I was dreading it. The last time we saw each other, things got… complicated.Memories flashed through my mind. I had confided in Lily about it, hoping for some deep, life-changing wisdom. Instead, she laughed until she had to clutch her stomach. Horrible girl pal.Still, I wasn’t about to let anything shake me. I straightened my back, put on my signature smile, and stepped inside."Good morning, boss!" I greeted, voice bright as always.Creed barely looked up from his computer. "Step out of that hideous yellow accident and get started on these folders."I blinked. "Excuse me?"He finally lifted his head, his sharp gaze locking onto mine with the intensity of a firing squ
Last Updated : 2025-03-06PRETEND PRINCESS MILLION DOLLAR SYSTEMS
Yuki’s POVI was determined to win.Jason and I were locked in a fierce battle—a high-stakes gaming bet where the loser had to go beg Madam Olive for a brand-new operating system.There was no way I was losing.The million-dollar system we had was slow as hell and could barely handle the million-dollar projects we worked on. My colleagues had spent the entire morning whining about it, and honestly, I wasn’t ready for another round of their endless complaints buzzing in my ear.Besides, I really didn’t have the energy to deal with Madam Olive, aka The Bull of Budgets.—I strutted into the office that morning, my outfit surprisingly toned down from my usual flashy Yuki style. Last night, I barely got any sleep.Creed was on my mind.What the hell had happened yesterday?What was so bad that it had ruined his mood for the entire day?I shook my head, focusing on the game in front of me. Jason was already grinning like a smug little gremlin.“You ready to lose, Yuyu?” he teased, cracking
Last Updated : 2025-03-06PRETEND PRINCESS SO MANY THINGS YOU DON'T KNOW
Yuki’s POVThe moment I got home, I stretched, letting out a small groan as my muscles loosened up. Work had been exhausting, mostly because my dear colleagues were the loudest bunch of nerds I’d ever met, and Jason had cheated at our game. But whatever. I changed into something more comfortable—an oversized shirt and sweatpants—before my eyes landed on Creed’s suit jacket draped over my chair.I picked it up, fingers grazing the smooth fabric before bringing it closer to my face. I inhaled, and—oh my god.What a handsome-smelling and handsome-looking man. If only his attitude wasn’t so goddamn annoying.I shook my head, gripping the jacket tighter. I had already made up my mind—I was going to check on him. I hadn’t seen him all day, and he had been acting weird since yesterday. Maybe I was overthinking it, but something felt off.Before leaving, I kissed Grandpa on the forehead. He barely reacted, mumbling something about his tea. Jasmine tea, to be exact. Lily had done a great job t
Last Updated : 2025-03-07PRETEND PRINCESS TINY HAMMERS
Creed’s POVI walked into the building, heading straight to my office. Staff greeted me here and there, but I paid them no heed. My head was pounding like a jackhammer, and every step I took made it worse.I sat down heavily in my chair, pressing my fingers against my temples. The aspirin I took this morning had barely made a dent in the pain, and the breakfast my chef prepared did little to settle my stomach. I had woken up at six, feeling like I’d been run over a million times.Not being at work yesterday meant my schedule was packed today. Becky had done her best to push some meetings further down the line, but Yuyu’s schedule had been rigid. I could give her that—she did an excellent job.Yuyu.The name alone sent a sharp jolt through my system.Memories of last night crashed into me—her warm lips against mine, the way she had hesitated before kissing me back. The taste of alcohol on both our tongues, the way my fingers had tightened on her waist. I had wanted more. I had started
Last Updated : 2025-03-07PRETEND PRINCESS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?
Yuki’s POVI was losing my goddamn mind.I hadn’t slept at all last night. Not one minute. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his lips again—warm, firm, lingering just long enough to mess with my head. And my body? My traitorous body had responded in ways that were very dangerous for someone pretending to be a girl.The second I felt myself hardening in those stupid sweatpants, I knew I had to break the kiss. One more second and Creed would’ve noticed. And that would have been the end of me.Jesus Christ.I buried my face in my hands.And as if that wasn’t bad enough, I was in a relationship.Sure, Erik was a douchebag, but that didn’t give me the right to go around making out with other guys like some lovesick teenager. I had no idea what had come over me. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the fact that Creed was insanely hot, or maybe—just maybe—I was just an idiot with no self-control.Now it was the next day, and I was in full-on damage control mode. I threw together an outf
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PRETEND PRINCESS IN MY HOUSE
Creed's POVI woke up fine.The throbbing headache that had pounded against my head the night before had faded to a nagging pressure. My body wasn't sore anymore like I'd just completed a marathon in a snowstorm, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe through my nose.I blinked repeatedly, adjusting to the faint light filtering through the curtains.The air was. unusual.Not in a bad way, but distinctly. Like the lingering smell of something flowery mixed with the faintest of hints of medicine and something hot—bacon?I sat up slowly, my head tilting slightly as I surveyed the room.A glass of water and medication sat on the bedside table.Had I taken them?I didn't remember.Actually, I didn't remember anything at all.It snowed.I was ill.I went to—My eyes landed on the chair beside my bed on which my clothes were neatly stacked in piles, having been freshly laundered and folded.And I remembered.It hadn't been a dream, was it?I flung the blankets off,
PRETEND PRINCESS SNOW SNOW GO AWAY
Lily's POVI let out a sigh, gazing at my phone well after Yuyu had hung up.This is a mess.I felt guilty—guilty because Yuki was entangled in something risky, guilty because despite him having a thing for Creed, this entire situation was shady as all get-out.Playing pretend to be a girl.Faking that everything was rosy when it was really blue.This was not sustainable.No matter how tough Yuki was, this would destroy him sooner or later.And then, of course, there was Grandpa Roman.I released a sharp breath, resting back against my pillows. Each day that went by made it more and more necessary that I find him a good home.But Yuki would not listen.Not yet.And I could see. I really could.It was painful to lose someone when they're still standing right there in front of you, one of the worst things that could possibly happen to a human being.So I tried not to say anything about it too often.I breathed another slow breath, looking around my bedroom.It was small but cozy—a stand
PRETEND PRINCESS GUILTY CURDLES
Creed's POVMy head hurt.My body hurt.I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so weird.I was floating, but not in a good way. My legs and arms were too heavy, my chest too warm, and my brain? It was cloudy as hell. Every thought was sluggish, like my brain was wading through thick molasses.But there was one thing that cut through it all.Warmth.Something soft, gentle, was pressed against me, holding me in place.I curled into it, pressing closer instinctively.It felt nice. So warm. So familiar.I buried my face into it, my breath escaping in a slow, shaky sigh.I didn't know what it was, but I knew I didn't want to let go.It smelled… good. Clean, fresh. Something like fabric softener and a hint of citrus.A scent that felt safe.I was too tired to question it. Too hot to care. So I let myself fall into it, my fingers scrabbling at the soft material, pulling it close. It shifted slightly, and I felt a hand—cool against my burning skin—press to my forehead. Then a voice.
PRETEND PRINCESS STAY
Yuki's pov I sighed, leaning back. "Fine. But if you get worse, I'm not giving you a choice."He didn't say anything, just breathed shallowly.By the time we reached his oversized penthouse, the driver helped me get him out of the car."Good luck," he muttered as I struggled to support Creed.Thanks, old guy. Fantastic assistance.I pulled Creed in, the door man nowhere in sight closing the door behind me. The apartment was familiar—contemporary, tidy, too pristine, luxurious.I guided him to his bedroom, barely managing to get him onto the bed before he slumped.He let out a low grunt."You're—" He blinked slowly. "—really strong."I rolled my eyes, removing his shoes. "Yeah, and you're really heavy."He hummed, eyes half-closed. "You're… staying?"I paused.Only until you're settled, I thought.But there was something in the way he looked—**weak, tired, utterly unguarded—**that stopped me.".Yeah," I whispered. God save me from the clutches of this man and keep my identity a fuckin
PRETEND PRINCESS MR SICK MALCOLM
Yuki’s POVMy chest felt tight when I saw Zara clinging to Creed.Engaged or not, they were destined to be.At least, that's what it appeared.They moved like two people who had already spent a lifetime together. Whether it was toxic, whether it was a mess, there was a sense of destiny in the way she clung to him.And I hated that I was there, seeing it.I wanted to leave.I wanted to disappear before I saw something that would ruin whatever was left of my night.So I turned, heading towards the door, holding my head up high—like nobody else in that ballroom mattered.It was stupid, but it made me sick.Entitled bitch.I fought with my clutch, gripping it harder as I moved forward, angry that Creed was still standing there, looking at me."Let me take you home," his voice cut through the cold in the air, harsh and unyielding.I hesitated."I think we've had enough of a jumpscare tonight," he went on, his voice almost playful, as if he was trying to make it sound less like a command.I
PRETEND PRINCESS COLD FURY
Zara's POVThe wind slapped me in the face, but it wasn't as icy as the rage burning inside of me.I didn't know how long I'd been unconscious. Five minutes? Ten? Long enough for my toes to go numb in these ridiculous heels.Snow was falling, silent and soft, blanketing the sidewalk in a thin layer of white.I barely registered it.Because all I could see in my mind was him.Creed. And that pestering, silly, fake, peacock-hair girl.Yuyu.Of course it would have to be her. The one person who somehow succeeded in getting me like this.She wasn't even supposed to be here. Why was she here?And why was he looking at her like that?It was stupid. They were stupid.This was not jealousy. I was not jealous. I just—I wanted revenge.I hadn't even known what that was yet, but I was going to learn.Maybe I'd dance with the next fellow who emerged out here. Maybe I'd kiss someone just to defy him. Maybe—Gunfire.I froze.The sound ripped through the air like thunder, echoing from inside the g
PRETEND PRINCESS UNWANTED GUESTS
Zara's POVI had trouble keeping my gaze on the glass of champagne in front of me, much less the mindless chatter of the people around me. My gaze kept drifting—no, burning—toward them.Creed and Yuki.Sitting together, talking, their bodies inclined toward one another in that close, comfortable way. Creed had that lost look in his eyes, the same one that made people want to reach out and touch him, to repair whatever was broken inside. And Yuki—grr, she looked fabulous, as always, in that ridiculous peacock dress.I should have guessed she'd show up looking like a painting.I clenched my jaw.I wasn't jealous. Not of Yuki, at least.I was only. infuriated.I had been avoiding Creed all evening, and that he hadn't bothered to get up and seek me out? Livid."Zara, sweetheart, are you even hearing me?"I snapped back to reality, my rage sharpening into something deadly as I focused on Todd. Ew. Todd.One of the dozens of CreedX Technologies board members, someone I hadn't even known ab
PRETEND PRINCESS A GILDED CAGE
Creed's POVThe CreedX Technologies Gala was, not surprisingly, a lavish event.It was held in the city's most luxurious ballroom, and the entire production was dripping with excess. Crystal chandeliers swooped from the ceiling like water icicles, spilling shattered light across the crowd of stylishly attired upper crust. The marble floors glimmered, polished to such a high shine that they reflected the tall flower arrangements and extravagant golden centerpieces on each table. Black- and white-clad waiters navigated the crowd with trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres—small caviar canapés, smoked salmon tartlets, and small filet mignon.The air was heavy with costly perfume and the muted buzz of polite talk, punctuated every now and then by the clinking of glasses and eruptions of laughter.I was bored to tears.I had already danced with three women, each one as replaceable as the champagne flutes being replenished. The first, a brunette in an emerald gown, prattled on about her fami
PRETEND PRINCESS PICKING UP PIECES
Yuki's POVThe rain had ceased, and all that remained was the cold wetness of the air and the sound of our silence.I had stepped over a line.This shouldn't have occurred.We shouldn't have been so absorbed with one another like this—anything that dissolved the lines between us was dangerous. Worse, it could cost me my job."So… you and that restless employee?" Creed's voice came out of nowhere, shattering the silence.I blinked. "Who? Jacob?" A smile tugged at my lips."Yeah. Something's up."I feigned a gasp, placing my hand on my chest dramatically. "What are you suggesting, Mr. Malcolm? That I'm playing both of you?"He chuckled, but there was a sharp glint in his eyes."Jacob is cute," I admitted, crossing my legs. "But unfortunately, he isn't my type."A vibration rocked the truck.And then Creed was closer.Too close.My breath stuck in my throat, my heart pounding in my ear."So, Miss Roman." His voice was low, the heat of his breath on me. ".tell me, what's your type?"My th
