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The Prince I Love to Hate: The Heir Affair Book OneĀ Ā Ā Copyright
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writerās imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.The Prince I Love to HateCopyright Ā© 2021 by Iris MorlandPublished by Blue Violet Press LLCSeattle, WashingtonCover design by Qamber DesignsAll rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Last Updated : 2021-10-03The Prince I Love to Hate: The Heir Affair Book OneĀ Ā Ā Chapter 1
āYou have got to be kidding me,ā I said as the taxi driver stopped in front of the house.No, it wasnāt a house. It was a mansion. More accurately, it was an entire estate.The driver gave me a strange look. āYou touring this place?āāYeah, kinda.ā I handed him a few Euros and opened the car door, rather wishing I could ask him to go with me. But heād already driven off by the time Iād been tempted to turn around and ask him to tour the place with me.Okay, tour wasnāt the right word. Wrap my head around what I was seeing would be more accurate.I mean, Iād known that Grandda Gallagher had been richāheād left me a rather large inheritance, after allābut this rich? Iād somehow missed that memo.āHe probably buried gold bars in the backyard,ā my older brother Liam had said darkly before Iād flown from Seattle all the way to Ireland. āAlong with all of the bodies.āAs far as I knew, our grandda hadnāt been a murdererājust a judgmental arsehole, as Liam liked to call him. Or when Li
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It was still early morning, and I had hours to kill before I could meet with Mr. McDonnell later that afternoon. My stomach rumbled ominously. I hadnāt eaten since Iād gotten on the plane over nine hours ago, and I was on the verge of getting full-on hangry.But I had no idea how I went about feeding myself in this place. Did I justā¦go to the kitchen? Or would some red-cheeked cook tell me to get lost? This isnāt Downton Abbey, I reminded myself. And youāre hardly Lady Mary whoās never made a cup of coffee on her own.I got dressed and, after asking an unsuspecting maid where the kitchen was located, made my way downstairs. I was afraid Iād gotten lost when I smelled food. I headed toward the scent of cooking meat, my mouth practically watering.Before you got to the main part of the kitchen, there was a smaller entranceway that looked like a gigantic pantry. There were cans and bags of all kinds of food, along with fresh produce in baskets. I snagged a banana and began to eat it.
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I shifted in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but despite the silky sheets and a mattress that couldāve easily fit four adults, I couldnāt fall asleep. Sighing, I sat up in bed and rubbed my temples.āStupid jet lag,ā I muttered to myself. Iād even taken a Benadryl, but all it had done was make me feel fuzzy-headed. Gulping down a glass of water, I went to sit in front of the fireplaceāno fire, it was the middle of summer, after allāand after turning on a light, tried to read a book.But my brain kept bouncing from subject to subject. After Iād encountered Golden Man, Iād met with Mr. McDonnell.Months ago, Mr. McDonnell had written me a letter to inform me that Grandda had left me more than just the inheritance that had paid for my college education. When Iād written back via email, because this was the twenty-first century after all, Mr. McDonnell had sent his reply once again on actual paper.I didnāt understand his drive to waste money on postage, but per
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The next morning, I considered calling Liam to tell him about the stranger in the library but then thought better of it. My older brother was way overprotective. Knowing him, heād fly straight here to pummel somebodyāanybody.Instead, I called Rachel, whoād been my roommate my last two years at Harvard and who now lived in New York City with her girlfriend Maddie. She was one of the most levelheaded people I knew. I could tell her that Iād met five blue aliens and weād all gotten high on bath salts and eaten our weight in fish and chips, and she wouldnāt bat an eyelash.First of all,I gave her the short version of what Iād learned from Mr. McDonnell about my father and the mysterious clock I was now supposed to search for.āDo you even know what the clock looks like?ā said Rachel.I was currently sitting outside, my cup of coffee having already gone cold from the chill wind blowing off of the water. āUm, I have no idea. Itās a clock. Iām assuming it has two hands
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The library was large enough that it had more than one entrance. The entrance where Iād worked that afternoon was closer to my bedroom. Opening the door slowly, I peeked my head inside, but it was dark. I strained for any sounds, but once again, all I could hear was the wind.I blew out a breath. I needed to calm down, clearly. I flipped on a lamp on a nearby desk and went to grab the book. It had somehow fallen under the table Iād been working at. I crouched down to retrieve it when I heard a sound.This time, it wasnāt the wind. It was a door opening, but not the one Iād just gone through. As I listened, I heard footsteps and the faint creaking of boards.My heart was hammering. I realized Iād left the desk lamp light on, but if I turned it off now, it would alert the intruder to my presence.And because I was an idiot, apparently, I was too slow to slip out the door, because the footsteps were getting closer to my hiding place. I was now hiding behind an armcha
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The following morning, I woke up just as the sun was coming up. I never woke up this early, but I had barely been able to sleep last night after my bizarre conversation with Olivier. I was almost halfway convinced Iād dreamed the entire thing. Yet as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and put on some pants and a sweater, I knew I hadnāt dreamed it at all.I hurried down to the kitchen. Not just because I desperately needed coffee, but because I needed information. The kitchen was already bustling when I entered. A few people glanced at me, but no one stopped me from coming inside. At this point, the staff knew who I was and either ignored me or occasionally inquired if I needed anything.I looked for red hair, my stomach sinking when I couldnāt find Cara. Instead, Mrs. Walsh stepped out from a walk-in fridge, a hand cocked on her hip. āMay I help you, miss?ā she said, all crispness.I had to admit, I was impressed at how perfectly ironed her apron was this early and how tightly
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Three days later, Olivier and I were off to Paris. Heād tried calling this antiques dealer heād sold his motherās beloved clock to, but the number had been disconnected. Despite our best efforts at Googling contact info, all we had was an address in Paris for a tiny antiques shop that might not even still exist.Olivier had assured me heād take care of booking the flights. Although Iād agreed to him financing this trip, Iāll admit, Iād expected that it would involve him paying for gas as we traveled to and from Dublin, not flying to fucking Paris! Iād told him that Iād find the money for the flight. The last thing I wanted was to feel like I owed him something.But before Iād booked my own ticket, Olivier came into the library to tell me, āI booked our tickets.āMy face twitched. āOur? I told you Iād pay for mine.āHe shrugged. āYou can pay me back if you want.ā He looked at his phone. āFive hundred euros.āMy jaw dropped. āJesus Christ, weāre just going to Paris! Did you hire a p
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When I imagined my wedding night, I never expected that Iād be standing outside my beloved wifeās bedroom door, pounding on it to let me inside.āYou canāt avoid me forever!ā I pounded my fist one last time against the expensive wood.āOf course I can. Have you seen this place? Itās fucking huge!āI heard what sounded like rustling. I closed my eyes, leaning my forehead against the door. Iād imagined helping Niamh out of her wedding dress, but here I was, a dog barking at the door to be let in.āNiamh,ā I said, forcing calm into my voice. āWe need to talk.āāThereās nothing to talk about. Iām tired. Go away.āI growled. I jiggled the knob, but it stayed firmly locked. Someone cleared their throat behind me, and I turned to see my secretary Arthur Laurent, who was studiously avoiding looking at the locked door.āWould you like me to procure the key from Madam LeRoux, Your Highness?ā he asked in French. While I spoke English solely with my American bride, I rarel
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I spent the next two weeks at the estate. I spent a lot of time in bed and the rest of the time either in the library or wandering along the beach.One day I went to the spot where Iād first met Olivier when heād been playing gardener, but the plants in question had been moved elsewhere. It was just as well. I didnāt need any more reminders that he existed.āHe sounds like a bloody idiot,ā Liam had said to me multiple times now. āNot worth your time. He can go rot.āMari, Liamās wife, had taken a more measured approach. āIt sounds like he cares for you, and he was clearly in shock. Plus, if what your dad said is trueā¦ā Sheād given Liam That Look, and heād just grunted.Liam hadnāt been overly thrilled with the news of our sharing DNA with the Salasian royal family. Heād at first said that Da had just been spinning tales to mess with everyone. But when I did some more research here at the estate, I discovered that Da hadnāt been pulling our legs at all.Da was the cousi
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Cara met me in at the entrance to the estate before Iād even toed off my shoes. āMaāam, Mr. Valady wants to speak with you immediately in the library.āI grimaced. āThanks, Cara. I was going to go search for him anyway. When did he arrive back here? Do you know?āāHe arrived before you left for your appointment, I believe.āSo heād made a point to avoid me. Great. āOh, well. We mustāve missed each other.ā I turned to go upstairs, but I looked over my shoulder to add, āCan you bring up coffee and snacks in, say, an hour? Weāll probably need it.āāOf course.ā She bobbed a curtsy and hurried off. Despite my best efforts to tell all the employees here that they absolutely did not need to bow and curtsy, habits died hard. Olivier had seemed to instantly feel comfortable with the show of deference. Heād make a better owner of this grand estate than I would, that was for sure.I walked up the stairs slowly. My body felt heavy, like all of the revelations had physically weighed it down. M
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I was frazzled when I arrived the following day at Daās. Iād woken late, my phone not going off for some reason. Olivier had gone for a walk, so he hadnāt been there to wake me. Iād hurried through my shower and had almost forgotten my wallet. I had to run back inside the estate, nearly mowing over poor Cara in the process.Now sitting once again in Daās apartment, I waited for him to make me a tepid cup of tea for a second day in a row. The clock still sat on the coffee table. I had the urge to wipe down the surface of the table. Surely the clock was too valuable to sit on a bunch of cigarette ash and wrappers.Da handed me my cup of tea that tasted like dishwater. After lighting a cigarette, he said, āDo you know who your companion is?āThe question startled me so much that the tea sloshed in its mug. Luckily it wasnāt too hot, but I had to dab at my jeans with a stray fast-food napkin as my mind whirled.I decided that honesty was my best bet here. āYes, I know
The Prince I Love to Hate: The Heir Affair Book OneĀ Ā Ā Chapter 18
Two days later, we were back in Dublin. Rain poured from the sky as we traveled to my daās last known address. Located on the west side of Dublin, it took about a half hour to get there from my granddaās estate.No, my estate. It was mine in all but name. Once I found my father and Mr. McDonnell had the proof he neededāwhat that would entail, I had no ideaāit would be mine.When Iād been little, Liam had told me a few stories about our dear ole da. Heād been reluctant to share them, as if by talking about Connor Gallagher, it would somehow make his abandonment of us acceptable. Iād cajoled and begged Liam to tell me anything. Iād heard stories of Mam, but not Da. If he was included in a story, it was only in passing.āHe was a drunk and he left,ā Liam had said gruffly. At the time, heād been visiting me in Olympia, where I lived with my aunt and uncle. Iād started second grade the month before, and Iād been waiting for Liam to visit for weeks.āMam mustāve liked him,ā I point
The Prince I Love to Hate: The Heir Affair Book OneĀ Ā Ā Chapter 17
I woke to the sound of rain. Yawning, I stretched my arm across the bed, only to find myself alone. Olivier mustāve returned to his room. Disappointment slashed through me, until a minute later the door unlocked and he came bearing coffee and pastries.I might be able to resist an actual prince, but I couldnāt resist a handsome man bearing food. He smiled at me as he handed me a latte.āI bought a few different pastries,ā he said, āsince I wasnāt sure which one youād like.āMy eyes lit up as I looked at the array of food. I ended up choosing one that looked like a coffee cake but was denser and had sliced almonds scattered across the top. Olivier chose one that had strawberries and strudel as its topping.After we finished eating, Olivier said, āHow are you feeling?āI almost blushed like a schoolgirl. The night before came roaring back, and I could almost feel the sensations heād awakened in me again.āUm, fine. You?āHe licked his thumb. āI woke up with a major cas
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āYou have saved me, Your Highness.ā Stefan bowed low. āMy daughter will never forget this night. So, the information you require in exchange for your service tonight.āAs the taxi passed through the city, I gazed at the documents. The documents that included my fatherās address. Or at the very least, his last known address.And because my life was absurd, Connor Gallagher just so happened to be living in Dublin, Ireland.What an asshole. He was right under our noses the entire time.āYou donāt seem pleased,ā said Olivier as we took the elevator to our hotel rooms.I blinked. āWhat? Oh. No, Iām pleased. We got what we came for.ā I folded up the papers, handing them to Olivier, but Olivier pressed them back into my grasp.āThis is your father, Niamh. Not mine. Arenāt you excited? Happy?āAt the moment, I only felt tired. Tonight had been so emotionally draining that I struggled to feel anything about this.It should feel like a victory. We should be toasting each othe
