All Chapters of Engaged To The Royal Playboy : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

After my wounds had healed, classes resumed and Madam Florence became even stricter with me. I could sense that she had a problem, but she wouldn't say it. I wondered if one of the girls I had beaten up the other day was her daughter."Stand straight!" she commanded, slapping my back with a ruler. I glared at her, but she raised her eyebrow as if challenging me to say something. I quickly closed my mouth, reminding myself to endure it. I remembered Reuben's words - there will come a time when none of them will be able to treat me like this, but for now, I have to rely on their mercy."It's been a while, Florence," a familiar voice said. I turned my head to see Giselle approaching with a smile, but a slap on my back forced me to face forward. "Focus!" the woman yelled."Giselle," she said in a friendly tone I had never heard from her before. Pulling her into a hug, and I was surprised that she could do more than just scream and yell. "Indeed it has. How is your mother? I heard she hasn

My mom walked out of the kitchen without saying anything to me, and I followed behind her, determined to find out what was going on. I saw Giselle and Sally having a lively conversation, laughing as if they had known each other for years.I cleared my throat to get Giselle's attention, causing her to pause and turn towards me. "Are you finished talking to your mom?" I asked. My mom, who was on the other side of the room, looked at Giselle with disgust, but Giselle seemed oblivious to it. I nodded in response to Giselle's question and she smiled."By the way, you never mentioned your sister to me," Giselle said.Sally glanced at me from the counter, and I resisted the urge to give her the middle finger, especially in front of Giselle. We had to pretend to be normal."There's not much to say about her," I replied. It wasn't a lie; besides her obsession with the royal family, Sally didn't have much going on.I noticed that Belen and the others were nowhere to be found, which was strange

In the following days, I was constantly on edge, fearing that Demetrius would unexpectedly appear and take me away like he did before. I considered confiding in Giselle, but ultimately decided against it, as I couldn't trust anyone, not even her.Strangely, I kept thinking about informing Reuben about what had happened. Did he know that his brother was too preoccupied with scheming against him? I wanted to warn him to be cautious, but Reuben was nowhere to be found. I did not doubt that he was occupied with his next conquest. I could easily find out who is on the TV but ever since I came here I haven't caught sight of television, I wonder if he's the reason why.My schedule was monotonous, and I attended classes as usual. It became increasingly tedious with each passing day, but surprisingly, I was starting to get the hang of it. Florence had less to criticize me about, as I could now stand tall, even with a bowl of water on my head. She constantly challenged me, but I consistently ex

"I wish to speak with you," I uttered, causing him to pivot and meet my gaze. Martha, ever perceptive, knew to retreat, granting us a moment of seclusion. Once she vanished from sight, I turned my attention to Reuben. "Are you aware that your own flesh and blood harbors ill intentions towards you?" His countenance remained stoic, devoid of any surprise or alarm. Surely, he must have been aware of Demetrius' treacherous plans. I couldn't help but wonder why he had neglected to warn me, his soon-to-be bride."Keep your distance from Demetrius," he commanded in a stern tone, prompting a frown to crease my brow. "I don't need you to remind me of that. Even without your words, I am well aware that I should steer clear of him. But I am hurt that you chose not to confide in me," I admitted, making no effort to conceal my disappointment. Though we may not be a conventional couple, I had expected him to open up to me about certain matters. "If you had warned me about Demetrius beforehand, I wo

Martha stared at me in surprise as I smiled sheepishly at my words.“You want to ruin the princess ball?” Martha asked again to be sure she had heard me right.I nodded positively to her words, a smile still widely plastered on my face.“She won’t know what hits her,” I said to Martha who seemed a bit nervous at my words.“That won’t be safe and the queen might punish you again,” Martha murmured but I smiled before standing up from my bed and heading straight to the large mirror on the wall I stared at my reflection and smiled.“The maids were mocking me and trying to say I am not worth being called the queen in the future so I should at least step in there in grand style. All I need is an invitation but come to think of it I don’t need an explanation.” I said as an idea popped into my head.“What do you plan on doing?” I smiled at Martha’s question.“Of course it’s obvious, I am going to sneak in and if I get caught I will claim to be invited by Reuben.” I replied, "I know I am meant