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2025-03-08 04:02:10
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PRETEND PRINCESS DEMEANING TO ME
Yuki’s POVI practically sprinted back to my office, slamming the door behind me and pressing my back against it, sucking in deep, shaky breaths.What. The. Actual. Hell.I squeezed my eyes shut, desperate to erase what I had just seen.Creed. Zara. That.My stomach twisted, and my body… reacted.I shook my head violently. Nope. Nope. NOPE. That was not attraction. That was trauma.Taking another deep breath, I forced myself to stroll back to my chair, ignoring my colleagues, who were still going back and forth about the damn system.I sat down, trying—trying—to focus on something, anything else.I wasn’t exactly a top, but when it came to giving good head?I was like a genie—slick and delicate, yet rough enough to grant wishes. And if you were lucky? I could grant them three times.I shook my head violently. Nope. Nope. NOPE. Not the time to be thinking about that.I buried myself in work, hammering away at my tasks, forcing my thoughts to stay far, far away from Creed and whatever s
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-08PRETEND PRINCESS HOME MADE NIGHTMARES
Creed’s POVI shouldn’t have driven her home.I should have kept my distance, ignored the way she hesitated, ignored the way her eyes darted toward me like she wanted to run. But instead, I’d found myself pulling up beside her, insisting she get in.And for what? To say a few words, to get a reaction I didn’t even understand?It was foolish.I gripped the steering wheel as I parked in front of my house, my thoughts tangled in frustration.Six months.The damn wedding was six months away.April. Next year.The glossy flyer Zara had sent out had the date bolded at the center. April 23rd. Like I needed a reminder.Before that, there was the company’s annual trip in December, then the winter break. Everything was scheduled, planned, mapped out like I wasn’t even a person in all of this—just a name on an invitation card.How the hell did I get into this mess with Zara? How did I let myself get so tangled up?I exhaled sharply, rubbing my temples as I stepped out of the car. The tension in
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-09PRETEND PRINCESS SUDDEN FORMALITIES
Yuki’s POVI walked down the hall towards the coffee stand, my heels clicking softly against the floor.Look at me—master of heels, when just a few months ago, I could barely walk in them without tripping over my own feet.It was a new month. November. Grandpa Roman’s birthday was in a few weeks, and Lily and I had this big party planned.For the first time, I actually earned enough to throw him a proper celebration—one he deserved. It was something to hold onto, something to keep my mind off Creed.This obsession with him was becoming unhealthy, and I needed to stop.Like, actually stop.My entire life depended on this job. If I messed it up because I was messing around with my boss? That would be the dumbest mistake of my life.He regarded our quick moment of intimacy as nothing. So I should, too.Even though the feel of his lips on mine was catastrophic.That had been my motto for the past week, and it was working. Fairly well.But I still had one huge problem.Creed had given me h
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-10PRETEND PRINCESS LET ME DANCE TO LIFE
Yuki’s POVThe silence in my apartment was almost deafening.I stood in the middle of the living room, still in my towel, hair damp, staring at nothing in particular. My body was here, but my mind was far away.Something was missing.Not just something—everything.It wasn’t even about Creed. It was about me.My life had become an endless cycle of work, taking care of Grandpa, and occasionally squeezing in a bit of sleep. I was twenty-six. When had I become so boring?My eyes landed on the mirror across the room, and I walked up to it, dragging my fingers through my damp hair."When was the last time you actually did something for yourself, Yuki?" I whispered to my reflection.Silence.I sighed, letting my head drop back.Then, out of nowhere, a thought struck me.A completely random, impulsive thought.I needed to go out. Tonight.Something about the idea jolted me, like plugging in a dead phone and watching it flicker back to life.I grabbed my phone and dialed Lily. She picked up al
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-11PRETEND PRINCESS YOU SEE ME, NOW YOU DON'T
Yuki’s POVI already felt so lightheaded.I had no idea how much I had actually drunk or even what I had been drinking, but it made the dance floor even more exciting than it already was.My body moved in perfect rhythm with the music, my hips rolling fluidly as a guy pressed against me from behind. His hands hovered near my waist, hesitant but eager.I didn't care.Nothing mattered right now except the heat of the music, the blinding lights, and the electric pulse of the club.And then—"Miss Roman."The glittery haze I was in shattered.My breath caught, and my entire body stiffened.No. No, no, no.That voice—I could recognize it anywhere.Creed.The one person I wanted to avoid more than anyone else in the world.And I wasn’t even Yuyu Roman right now. I was Yuki. My real self. The self that was never meant to cross paths with him.I spun around in a panic, my heart hammering against my ribs. The flashing lights made it hard to see clearly, but then—I spotted him.Tall. Sharp. Com
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-11PRETEND PRINCESS I DON'T KNOW A YUYU
Yuki’s POV"This is bad, Yuki. Really bad."Lily clicked her tongue in disapproval as she dabbed antiseptic on the gash on my cheek. I hissed, jerking away, but she grabbed my chin and held me in place with a glare that could set fire to a wet log."Just help me, you nurse witch," I grumbled, flinching as she pressed a little too hard."Oh, I am helping you," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I’m helping you realize what a dumbass you are."I rolled my eyes."When you said you were going clubbing, I thought you meant having a good time, maybe a little harmless flirting, and getting your groove back. I didn’t think you’d come home at midnight looking like a goddamn crime scene.""Look, Lils, it hurts. Just patch me up and save the lecture for tomorrow, okay?" I whined, wincing as she pressed a cotton pad soaked in alcohol against the cut on my lip."Oh, it hurts?" she echoed mockingly. "Who would've thought getting punched in the face hurts?"I let out a long-suffering sigh. "You
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-12PRETEND PRINCESS BIG BRUISE
Yuki’s POVI buried myself under the blanket as the sharp knocking filled the entire house, blending with Suzu’s frantic barking. My heartbeat sped up. Whoever it was, they weren’t giving up easily.There was no way in hell I was answering that door.Lily had done a good job with whatever miracle ointment she’d slathered on me last night. The bruises barely looked half as bad anymore, though I still felt like a walking, talking wound. Some good rest and a steaming pot of soup should have me ready for work tomorrow."Will this cover all the bruises?" I had asked her last night."This is medicine, not Jesus, Yuki. Lower your expectations," she’d replied dryly, dabbing more onto my wounds.I hissed at the sting, but at least it was working. Mostly.Now, I pressed deeper into my blankets, listening. The knocking had stopped, but there were muffled voices.Lily?No, she wouldn’t knock. She had keys.Curiosity got the best of me. I pushed myself up, groaning as my body protested. Slowly, I
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-13PRETEND PRINCESS ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A FRUSTRATED BOY
Creed’s POVIt’s been four weeks—a full month since the whole Yuyu mix-up. Now it was December, which meant winter, which meant the company’s complementary vacation was next week, followed by the gala.Damn Madam Olive and her compulsory events."Everyone is going to run from your company if you work them like this," she had said years ago, massaging her temples like I was some kind of hopeless case. Then she threw in that ridiculous all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy nonsense.I remember scoffing. All work and no play makes Jack a rich boy.But it wasn’t up to me anymore. The team that won—the one from Yuyu’s department—chose a mountain resort. A snow-covered hellhole.This was going to be a long week.And it was only a few more months until I married Zara.That thought hit me like a chain snapping around my throat, cold and suffocating. The Creed Malcom from before wouldn’t have cared. I would’ve gone about business as usual. I hardly even entertained women anymore. In the e
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-13
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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
PRETEND PRINCESS BOYFRIEND
Creeds pov The words spilled out so fast, so quietly, that I nearly missed them.I frowned. "Why?"She was quiet for a very long time, and I thought maybe she wouldn't answer. But then her voice was there, even and soft."Because it feels like he's all I have."Her words fell into my chest, heavy and sharp.I sort of leaned in, my elbows on my knees. "Don't you have someone else?"She gave a hard, bittersweet laugh. "People around me? Sure. But it's different, isn't it?"Yes. I certainly understood that. The ability to be a crowd of people but still being the only person alone in the room. "Yuyu" I spoke softly.Her head jerked up a bit, and I could barely catch a glint of her eyes in the blackness."People tell you family is the people who are supposed to love you no matter what," I continued, softer. "But sometimes, they're just the ones who hurt you the most."She didn't say anything, but I could feel her looking at me.I swung around, running a hand through my dripping hair."M
PRETEND PRINCESS BREWING DISASTER
Creed's POVI have no clue how I ended up here in this park, but it was… peaceful. I sat on a rock under a massive tree, its branches shielding me from the brunt of the rain. Cold drops still hit my skin, but it was better than wandering the streets blindly, drowning in my own thoughts.I had to think. I had to start over.And yet, the moment I closed my eyes, she was there in my head.Yu Yu Roman.That girl.I didn't know when or how, but something had changed. Something inside of me. I couldn't help it anymore. She wasn't just a passing thought—she was consuming me. The way she moved, the way she talked, the way she always seemed to be running from something, even when she was standing still.Was she the reason I called off the engagement? Was she the reason I couldn't move forward with Zara? Was she the reason I was so fucking frustrated, like my entire life had been a series of choices that led me straight to her?I exhaled a sigh, running a hand through my wet hair.This was a di
PRETEND PRINCESS MEMORIES BOUND TO ME
Creed's POVZara's lips trembled, her breath catching as she shook her head."You're a precious gem," I whispered. "And gems are supposed to be adored, not neglected by someone who doesn't know their value."For a second, I thought she'd break. That she'd cry. That she'd say she knew.Instead, she laughed. A cold, empty sound."It's you, isn't it?" she whispered, her voice biting and accusing.I frowned. "Zara—""Don't fucking lie to me, Creed," she spat, fists knotting at her sides. "It's him, isn't it?!"My brows furrowed. "No, this is about us—""It's him! Roman!" Her voice rose, shrill and cracking with emotion. "I knew that bitch was going to get in my way!""Zara, stop." I reached out to catch her, but she shoved me off, eyes blazing with hurt."All this time," she seethed. "You never loved me, did you? You never wanted this! After everything we've been through, I—" Her voice broke, and she swallowed. "We deserve to be together! You deserve to be with me!""Zara—"She slapped me
