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In the flurry of engagements we had scheduled, I nearly forgot about Connor’s threats. Laurent updated me with any pertinent information regarding the palace’s investigation and plans, but more often than not, there wasn’t much information to convey.The palace had managed to contact Connor and to pressure him to give up on his plans, threatening serious legal consequences should he publish anything that would damage the reputation of the royal family. Publishing something truly libelous would result in steep fines and potential expulsion from Salasia itself.But when the two weeks passed and nothing happened—no photos published, no stories leaked—I felt like a could take a deep breath. When a third week passed without incident, it seemed as though Connor had decided that it wasn’t worth facing the strength of the palace’s lawyers to get his money.Now, Niamh and I were welcoming a group of doctors, nurses, and other medical professionals to the palace as a thank-you for
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The scandal of the photos exploded. Not only was it late in the summer and there was little news for the media to publish, but I’d always known that a certain percentage of the public had been waiting for Niamh to screw up like this.I’d hoped that there would be more sympathy, but when Laurent showed me multiple news stories blaming Niamh for being topless on her honeymoon, I had to tell him to stop showing them to me.As for Niamh, she’d begun to sleep in her bedroom again. When I’d knocked on her door the evening after the revelation, she’d refused to talk to me. I’d had to bribe Celia to get a note to my wife, as she wasn’t answering calls or texts, either.I couldn’t sleep. I’d gotten used to Niamh sleeping beside me, the way she hogged the bedcovers, or how she tended to sprawl across the bed and take up more than three-quarters of it. I’d often end up sleeping on the edge of the mattress. But I hadn’t minded, because she’d been in bed with me, and any discomfort was wor
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In desperate need of keeping my mind off of the disaster that was my marriage, I randomly decided one morning to go riding. I hadn’t spent much time with any of the horses in some years, as my princely duties took up more and more of my leisure time.I’d always enjoyed riding as a child. After the debacle when I’d ridden off and gotten lost for hours as a child, though, I’d stopped riding. It had soured the sport for me, and then life had taken hold and I’d stopped entirely.My mare, Juliette, nickered softly as we started down the lane that led to a trail that meandered through a forested area five kilometers outside Saint Henri. It was a beautiful, late summer day. With the dappled sunshine following just me and my horse, I could almost imagine everything was fine.I could almost imagine that my wife was speaking to me. That there weren’t dozens of stories, online and in print, about those titillating photos of her bare breasts. That there weren’t other stories about how my parent
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“Do you know how to ride?” I asked Liam.“A horse? Fuck no.”I rolled my eyes. I was tempted to ride Juliette back and let Liam fend for himself, but Niamh wouldn’t be too happy about that, no matter how angry she was with her brother.And of course, Niamh and Mari had driven back, leaving us stranded.“Then I guess we’ll have to walk back,” I said.Liam shot me a dark look. “I’m not walking back with you.”“Do you even know how to get there? Because if you get lost and slowly starve to death in the forest, I won’t be upset about it.”“I have a fucking phone.” When Liam pulled out his phone to discover that service was spotty out here, he cursed. And cursed. And then cursed again.It would be funny, if I weren’t bruised and if it weren’t still hard to breathe. It would be funny, if my wife weren’t angry with me and probably building a guillotine with my name on it right this moment.“We could ask for a ride,” I said, “but considering we just made poor Francois weep
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That night, I knocked on Niamh’s bedroom door and waited. It felt so reminiscent of our wedding night that I almost expected her to tell me to go away.This time, though, she opened the door and leaned against the mantel with a questioning look. She was wearing a nightgown and nothing else, the silk strap falling down her shoulder. Her hair was down; it had grown nearly to her waist since we’d married. I wanted to wrap it around my hands as I plunged inside her.“Did you need something?” She was smiling a little.“You,” I said simply.“Well, that’s very to the point.” She glanced over her shoulder at her bed. “I was reading a book, you know. I was just about to get to the part where they bone.”I wrapped an arm around her waist. “You could get a good boning right now.”She laughed. “Trés romantique!”“Did you want romance? I can go send Laurent for a bouquet of flowers. Champagne, chocolates, the works.”“Have you ever sent him to get you a box of condoms? Now I’m curious.”“T
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Niamh refused to speak with me for the next two days. On the third day, I used the same trick I’d used on our wedding night to enter her bedroom.Only to find my wife nowhere in sight.Celia startled when she saw me. She immediately mumbled something and tried to hurry away, but I stopped her.“Where is my wife?”Celia’s gaze was everywhere except on my face. “I don’t know, Your Highness,” she nearly whispered.“You don’t know or you won’t tell me?”Celia looked like she going to burst into tears. “Sir, she forbade me from telling you. She made me swear on my mother’s grave.”“Didn’t you just visit your mother two weeks ago?”Celia’s chin wobbled. “It’s still very upsetting to think about!” She added quickly, “Sir.”I approached her slowly, rather like you would a deer that was close to bolting. “You need to tell me where she is. What if something happens to her and I couldn’t get her help?”“Oh, when you put it like that…”“She can be angry with me, not you. I’ll take
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It was a strange time to be alive when I found myself barred from entering my wife’s estate by a tiny slip of a maid.“She doesn’t want to see you,” the maid said in a heavy Irish accent. “She explicitly told me not to let you inside.”The butler, a granite-faced man who could’ve been thirty or seventy, stood behind the maid and nodded.“I need to speak with her,” I repeated slowly. “It’s urgent.”The maid just shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s not possible—Your Highness.”And then a door was shut in my face. Me, a prince, heir to the throne of Salasia. I had to admit that had never happened before. People tended to open doors for me, not close them.Then again, Niamh had done the same thing to me multiple times now. Clenching my jaw, I went to gaze out at the vast Irish Sea, the sea air cool against my face.I didn’t understand why Niamh was literally shutting me out. Had the maid even told her I was here, in Dublin, begging to see her? Did she want me to climb some trelli
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Once upon a time, a prince married a girl who didn’t want to marry him. Their marriage was rocky, and the prince realized that, if he was going to keep his new princess by his side, he’d have to make the ultimate sacrifice.The princess, touched by his generosity, accepted his heart, and he hers.I never thought I’d have a fairy tale romance. I might be a prince, but they were fairy tales for a reason.Niamh, of course, had proven me wrong entirely about that.Five years after we’d married, the palace held a ball to celebrate the coronation of me and my princess as the new reigning sovereigns. My parents had decided to abdicate, feeling that their time in the spotlight had come to an end.“We’re going to be late,” I said to Laurent. We were waiting for Niamh and company to arrive for our grand entrance into the ballroom.“I heard something about a ‘kitten explosion,’ Your Highness,” replied Laurent gravely.“I don’t even want to know what that means.”With only a minute t
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The moment I woke up after my best friend’s raucous bachelorette party in Las Vegas, I realized two things in quick succession:To my horror, the man had his arm slung across me, and it weighed at least a thousand pounds, I was sure. My bladder yelled profanities at me as I pushed at the ridiculously heavy arm trapping me against the bed.Finally, he turned over, taking his arm with him. I shuffled to the bathroom and didn’t feel the panic hit me until after I’d peed and saw the ring on my left hand.Ring. Left hand. I didn’t wear a ring there anymore since I’d caught my ex-fiancé cheating on me. I’d thrown the ring David had bought me in his face.This ring wasn’t that diamond David had gotten me. I peered more closely at it. It was—plastic? Was it from a ring pop?Did I call the police? No, that was stupid. 911, I got married last night to a stranger. Yeah, that’d go over well. I was sure the Vegas police would just laugh and tell us to get a lawyer.I heard movement in the roo
The Princess I Hate to Love: The Heir Affair Duet Epilogue
Once upon a time, a prince married a girl who didn’t want to marry him. Their marriage was rocky, and the prince realized that, if he was going to keep his new princess by his side, he’d have to make the ultimate sacrifice.The princess, touched by his generosity, accepted his heart, and he hers.I never thought I’d have a fairy tale romance. I might be a prince, but they were fairy tales for a reason.Niamh, of course, had proven me wrong entirely about that.Five years after we’d married, the palace held a ball to celebrate the coronation of me and my princess as the new reigning sovereigns. My parents had decided to abdicate, feeling that their time in the spotlight had come to an end.“We’re going to be late,” I said to Laurent. We were waiting for Niamh and company to arrive for our grand entrance into the ballroom.“I heard something about a ‘kitten explosion,’ Your Highness,” replied Laurent gravely.“I don’t even want to know what that means.”With only a minute t
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It was a strange time to be alive when I found myself barred from entering my wife’s estate by a tiny slip of a maid.“She doesn’t want to see you,” the maid said in a heavy Irish accent. “She explicitly told me not to let you inside.”The butler, a granite-faced man who could’ve been thirty or seventy, stood behind the maid and nodded.“I need to speak with her,” I repeated slowly. “It’s urgent.”The maid just shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s not possible—Your Highness.”And then a door was shut in my face. Me, a prince, heir to the throne of Salasia. I had to admit that had never happened before. People tended to open doors for me, not close them.Then again, Niamh had done the same thing to me multiple times now. Clenching my jaw, I went to gaze out at the vast Irish Sea, the sea air cool against my face.I didn’t understand why Niamh was literally shutting me out. Had the maid even told her I was here, in Dublin, begging to see her? Did she want me to climb some trelli
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Niamh refused to speak with me for the next two days. On the third day, I used the same trick I’d used on our wedding night to enter her bedroom.Only to find my wife nowhere in sight.Celia startled when she saw me. She immediately mumbled something and tried to hurry away, but I stopped her.“Where is my wife?”Celia’s gaze was everywhere except on my face. “I don’t know, Your Highness,” she nearly whispered.“You don’t know or you won’t tell me?”Celia looked like she going to burst into tears. “Sir, she forbade me from telling you. She made me swear on my mother’s grave.”“Didn’t you just visit your mother two weeks ago?”Celia’s chin wobbled. “It’s still very upsetting to think about!” She added quickly, “Sir.”I approached her slowly, rather like you would a deer that was close to bolting. “You need to tell me where she is. What if something happens to her and I couldn’t get her help?”“Oh, when you put it like that…”“She can be angry with me, not you. I’ll take
The Princess I Hate to Love: The Heir Affair Duet Chapter 19
That night, I knocked on Niamh’s bedroom door and waited. It felt so reminiscent of our wedding night that I almost expected her to tell me to go away.This time, though, she opened the door and leaned against the mantel with a questioning look. She was wearing a nightgown and nothing else, the silk strap falling down her shoulder. Her hair was down; it had grown nearly to her waist since we’d married. I wanted to wrap it around my hands as I plunged inside her.“Did you need something?” She was smiling a little.“You,” I said simply.“Well, that’s very to the point.” She glanced over her shoulder at her bed. “I was reading a book, you know. I was just about to get to the part where they bone.”I wrapped an arm around her waist. “You could get a good boning right now.”She laughed. “Trés romantique!”“Did you want romance? I can go send Laurent for a bouquet of flowers. Champagne, chocolates, the works.”“Have you ever sent him to get you a box of condoms? Now I’m curious.”“T
The Princess I Hate to Love: The Heir Affair Duet Chapter 18
“Do you know how to ride?” I asked Liam.“A horse? Fuck no.”I rolled my eyes. I was tempted to ride Juliette back and let Liam fend for himself, but Niamh wouldn’t be too happy about that, no matter how angry she was with her brother.And of course, Niamh and Mari had driven back, leaving us stranded.“Then I guess we’ll have to walk back,” I said.Liam shot me a dark look. “I’m not walking back with you.”“Do you even know how to get there? Because if you get lost and slowly starve to death in the forest, I won’t be upset about it.”“I have a fucking phone.” When Liam pulled out his phone to discover that service was spotty out here, he cursed. And cursed. And then cursed again.It would be funny, if I weren’t bruised and if it weren’t still hard to breathe. It would be funny, if my wife weren’t angry with me and probably building a guillotine with my name on it right this moment.“We could ask for a ride,” I said, “but considering we just made poor Francois weep
The Princess I Hate to Love: The Heir Affair Duet Chapter 17
In desperate need of keeping my mind off of the disaster that was my marriage, I randomly decided one morning to go riding. I hadn’t spent much time with any of the horses in some years, as my princely duties took up more and more of my leisure time.I’d always enjoyed riding as a child. After the debacle when I’d ridden off and gotten lost for hours as a child, though, I’d stopped riding. It had soured the sport for me, and then life had taken hold and I’d stopped entirely.My mare, Juliette, nickered softly as we started down the lane that led to a trail that meandered through a forested area five kilometers outside Saint Henri. It was a beautiful, late summer day. With the dappled sunshine following just me and my horse, I could almost imagine everything was fine.I could almost imagine that my wife was speaking to me. That there weren’t dozens of stories, online and in print, about those titillating photos of her bare breasts. That there weren’t other stories about how my parent
