All Chapters of IMPERFECT Princess : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sebastian's POVMaybe I was wrong. Maybe I was right. But what I was certain on was that I hated the confusion in my head and the one being newly formed around my heart. I had always had feelings for Emily. Falling in love with her in high school was everything, but when things ended the way they did, I understood that her feelings would never be the same. And the time apart didn't help. Years of lost communication and distance would do that to anyone. I knew it was completely over. It wouldn't ever be between us even if I tried, so it was best to let it just fade away. But it didn't.Naomi, on the other hand, I only disliked for one reason. She wasn't Emily. But today, as I sat across from her on the picnic blanket, I saw her for her. She glowed and flushed as she told me stories from her childhood— what it was like to grow up as a princess with a very strict father— and I found myself relating to her because our fathers had lots of similarities. 

Emily's POV"You have a lot of nerve, Emily Hollen. I don't know who you think you are, and I don't care who you are, but let me make myself very, very clear to you. Stay away from my fiance!" She finished with a small shout and got the attention of several hotel employees, who quickly turned their eyes away from us when I looked back at them."Listen, it's not what—" I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty."No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!""Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself."Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!"I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Na

Emily's POVI rested against his chest, exhaled slowly, and felt myself like a cherry on top. I was scared of falling in love with him because he wasn't mine to claim anymore. I pushed away as I remembered that."We can't do this." I wasn't ready for the shit storm I knew would be coming our way at anytime now. The media would have a frenzy and the King would have my head for lying with his son while being engaged to the Princess of Scots."You're scared, aren't you?" It was clear that he knew me better than I expected, and I was strangely impressed."I'm sorry to interrupt, but I believe the King is here," Gen said as she walked into the bedroom. The beats of my heart quickened and I held onto Sebastian as if I were holding onto dare life altogether. "Where is he?""Right outside the door," she answered."They must have followed me here when I left the church, but don't you worry, nothing is going to happen to you,

Emily's POVI was baffled by my mother's question. "Preg... nant? Mom, are you crazy? Of course I'm not pregnant. I've always been careful when it comes to having sex. I—" I paused as memories of the heated night with Sebastian flooded my mind, "I'm always careful," I finished, but I knew I was lying. I missed my Levonorgestrel pills the morning after because when I got back to the hotel pills weren't even on my mind."Okay," my mother simply said, and I knew she wouldn't leave it at that. If there wsa one thing I was certain on about with my mother, it that it's unfinished business whenever she's calm.I swallowed the fear and my senses tasted the imaginary liquid at the back of my throat. I walked out of the bathroom and went back to the bedroom. I was still sleepy.At midday I woke again to my mother standing in the doorway, looking at me with a sly smile on her pretty face that never seemed to be aging."You know I won't leave you alone

Emily's POV"I'll knock his face off!" Evan, my twin brother, exclaimed when I told the family who was responsible for my pregnancy. Everyone was gathered in the living room, drilling me with unnecessary questions as if the child was going to be born into poverty. I had more than enough money to give this child everything and anything his or her tiny heart desire."You're not going to do that Evan," I defended."He knocked up my baby sister and you think I—" I didn't let him finish, I had had enough of his bickering and input. "JUST STOP! You're not going to do anything to him. I'm not in high school anymore Evan. I'm twenty six. I'm a woman and I don't need anyone fighting my battles for me because there isn't a battle to fight. This baby will be loved and spoiled in the best of ways, and I really don't need a man to do that.""Emily, you can't do this on your own," my mother let out."I can and I will," I said as I slumped.&nbs