If this man wasn’t born the crown prince and wasn’t next in line to the throne, I doubted that I would have let him live as long as he has. “We will not be attending the dinner,” I declared boldly. “Says who? You or Dahlia?” the prince asked carefreely. My eyes narrowed when I realized that he couldn't care less what I thought. In fact, had Diana not been married to Anthony, the prince probably would have addressed his invitation to only Diana and end up inviting only Dahlia to the palace. “Why are you so persistent about seeing her?” I asked as I tried to suppress my frustration. “Why can’t I see her?” he asked immediately in return.“Why must you see her?” I repeated my question again. There was a moment of silence from the other end of the line as if the prince was deciding whether or not to tell me a secret of his. “I miss her…” Desmond replied softly after a pause. “You…miss her?” I repeated his words questioningly while wondering if I had simply misheard what he said. A
Feelings of sorrow and regret filled my chest when I realized that I shouldn’t have harbored any hope that I could get away and meet the prince. I hoped that he knew that I did everything that I could to try to be there. Hopefully, the prince wouldn’t take this the wrong way because that might spell demise for my plan even before it had even taken shape. Suddenly, I heard sounds of men shouting and then there were lights in the near distant from the direction of the inner gates. My eyes widened in slight excitement when I thought that perhaps it was Bradon who had finally come home. Maybe he had changed his mind and was going to take me to the palace. “Wait here please, Diana,” Bella said sternly as she motioned with her hand for me to stay back. “What is going on over there?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes. It felt like something abnormal was happening and the way that Bella seemed alert and on edge was the confirmation I needed to know that what I thought was correct. There was t
His smile felt even more lively and attractive than I remembered. Tall, dark brown hair that appeared almost black with pale gray eyes, the crown prince truly lived up to the fairytale image of a prince. The gray suit that he had on matched the shade of his eyes and I was reminded once again why this man had long been one of the most desirable bachelors in the country. I hoped that it would remain that way and that he wouldn't end up getting himself killed. “You can’t hurt him. No one can hurt him! No matter what, you all can’t shoot Prince Desmond!” I yelled again while praying that Zain would listen to me. Zain didn’t shoot the prince but he didn’t make a move to lower his gun either. There was so much tension in the air and I was at a loss as to what I should do. These were Bradon’s men so they wouldn’t take commands from me that went against any of Bradon’s existing orders and rules. “Actually, I can…” an icy voice said. The sound of the car door slamming closed sounded so lo
Did he think that Bradon wouldn’t have the balls to shoot him?I wished that I had the luxury to think the same. While suppressing the burning urge to curse everything and everyone to hell, I continued appealing to Bradon with my eyes. “We won’t have dinner. Please let us talk for a while. That’s it. That’s all that I’m asking for…” I continued negotiating with him.I would continue negotiating and backing down step by step until I could make him agree. If he wouldn’t allow me to have an entire dinner with the prince, then I would just keep it to a short conversation. If he doesn't want me to leave the mansion, then I will beg the prince to talk to me in the mansion. Bradon remained silent but I could tell that he was considering my proposal. “I don’t need to go to the palace. We can talk here, if you’ll allow it,” I resumed my negotiation by taking even another step back. The prince smirked at me and I shook my head at him softly as I begged for him to remain silent and let me ha
I’ve waited far too long for this…The door closed behind us and then I heard the sound of the door knob locking. The room felt cozy enough and felt very suitable for a meeting that didn’t involve many people. Prince Desmond gestured with his hand for me to take a seat on the sofa. I didn’t think that I would feel this nervous in his presence but the way that my heart was racing in my chest told me that I was wrong. Although the prince’s presence wasn’t at all as intimidating as Bradon’s, his presence was commanding and that reminded me that despite the informal setting of our meeting, I was in the presence of royalty. “You don’t have to look so nervous,” the prince said to break the silence hanging in between us. I wished that it would be that easy. He offered me a smile that I felt looked very genuine and I ended up smiling in return. “I am nervous…” I replied honestly. “Is it because it’s been many years since we’ve met?” he asked before he smiled at me again. “Yes. Thank you
Celebrating the prince’s birthday was just used as another excuse for noble families and prominent businessmen to be in the presence of the king and the royal family. The crown prince is a few years older than Anthony but he was still not engaged. The other nobles in attendance made sure to stand close enough to my sister and me as they whispered their malicious gossip about us just loud enough to make sure that we could hear. “It’s a shame they had to get their daughter engaged to the son of the Vulkan family. I’m sure if she wasn’t engaged, she would be going after the crown prince right now.”“What are you talking about? There’s no way that the king will allow his son to marry a daughter from a simple noble family.”“That might be true. It’s too late now anyways because all they have left is that second daughter…”That second daughter…I guess that nobles were still kind in their choice of words because I had clearly been given worse nicknames than that. The whole political acts t
Even though the prince had addressed me informally, that didn’t mean that I had the right to speak with him informally as well. I became increasingly aware that I was alone in a room with the prince and that could lead to a troublesome situation, a scandal, and other issues that would require me to justify my actions or my lack of it. “We should head back, Your Highness. I was actually on my way back to the ballroom,” I suggested while trying to sound polite. “Why should we head back? Isn’t it boring there?” he asked bluntly. It is…but…“Of course not, Your Highness. It’s your birthday celebration so I think that you should head back…” I said before smiling brightly at him. “You looked so bored before while you were inside. I honestly thought that you wished to be somewhere else entirely,” the prince said before he smiled charmingly at me. I smiled back when I realized that he had just called me out for that sour look that I had on my face during his party. This was probably why
I had no idea why he felt that it was necessary to force my hand to that extent. What he did reminded me of why I hated royalty so much. Acting arrogant and doing whatever they pleased because they had the luck to be born into the royal family. Although they haven’t done anything to deserve such praise, they were comfortable living off the wealth and goodwill that their ancestors left behind. I stared silently at the very handsome man standing in front of me as I wondered just how spoilt and rotten he was. An exasperated sigh left my lips when I realized that it didn’t matter whether I liked the royal family or not because it wasn’t going to change the fact that Prince Desmond is the prince of this country. Whatever options I chose would favor him because naturally that was how the options had been designed. “Before I make my decision. I have a few questions for Your Highness,” I said. “Ask away,” he replied without pausing to think. “Why would Your Highness want to be involved in