Once Upon A Princess

Lisa's POV When Selena sent me an invite to her wedding, I jumped at the opportunity to leave Oakenville, even if it's for a few days, away from the pity and scrutiny of townspeople. I could use the break too, after an aggressive devotion to the affairs of my business, to burying myself in work and leaving no room for intrusive thoughts. Willow yawns, and from the crook of my arm she observes the environs where we stand in front of the airport, like a king surveying his land from the top of his castle. Her blond short twin tails bob along with her head, and I dig my teeth down my lower lip at this momento of her father. I did not know what to feel when I gazed down at his unrecognizable body that day in the morgue, an hour after he had been fished out from the wreck that used to be his prized Porsche. Yet after his funeral, I was an automaton whose very first sensation was relief. I shake my head in an attempt to banish the thoughts before I fish through my hand

Damien's POV I am seated across a former high school classmate, Glenn, in a booth nearest to one of the expansive floor to ceiling windows in the grill bar a few blocks away from the hotel, where I can watch Miami hustle and bustle. Maybe it's not the finest place to close a deal, but I slam the enveloped documents down on the wooden tabletop regardless and slide them towards Glenn. The new property owner - or rather, his heir - divests the papers of their covering for his own perusal. He looks as pleased as I always am at the culmination of every deal. More deals mean more bucks afterall. " Now the paperwork is complete," I offer a hand. " Congratulations, to you and Mr Sanders." Amusement creases his features as he clasps my outstretched hand firmly. The billionaire banking magnate, Mr Sanders, had just acquired a beachfront holiday home, and it's no secret who actually owns the million dollar structure. "Thank you, Mr. Realtor," he muse

Damien's POV" Ahh! Shucks!" Jeremy hurls down a surfboard like a five year old throwing a hissy fit. "I hoped for bodacious, big ass waves!" " Bodacious babes, you mean," Glenn amends with a wink, brushing back the sooty black locks that spilled onto his forehead with dramatic flair. He once, probably always, fancied himself an actor. A feat he would have achieved with his movie star looks, if not for the interference of his banking magnate father. " Miami technically isn't known for its surfing." Matt deadpans from the driver's seat of the red convertible. " Most of the year, it's as flat as a lake." " Not pleasing." Glenn remarks. " But there could be lucky epic days, right?" I sigh, reaching into the car for a bottle of water. Who knew reunion with former classmates that also happened to be Wade's groomsmen at a beach park was enough to give me a headache? " Toss me a bottle, will you, Mate?" Glenn pleads with a smi

Damien's POVMost of the ride was spent silent, and with Lisa huddled in the passenger's seat, an ice pack pressed to the ugly bump beside her right eye, a loose fitting tee I found amongst her possessions hiding most of her delectable body from view. I am not used to fearing for another, or being especially terrified for Lisa either. She had always been to me an unattainable goddess that belonged to my brother, only to be glimpsed at at rare moments, and to be venerated at those times. But watching her tumble heavily onto her side made my own heart lurch just as painfully, in a way I have never experienced before. Made me realize that this goddess is just as human, as fragile. And left in me a fierce urge to shield her from any form of harm. At least for my brother's sake. Liar liar pants on fire. A voice jeers in my head. You want her, that's why. You desire her. We manage to get past curious gawkers to Lisa's door, where I swipe the key card Lisa f

Lisa's POVOur castle was one of the grandest homes to ever exist in Oakenville. With soaring columns, graceful bay windows and expansive entrance, the brick architecture sat like a well dressed man amidst clusters of magnolia and dogwood, and a stretch of lawns, never failing to impress anyone that happened to set their eyes on it. A house befitting a prince and his bride. A wedding gift Demetrius said he had been preparing for years for Keith's future family. Four days after our wedding, I thought it a considerate move to take blueberry muffins fresh from the oven, and a glass of milk up Keith's study. He'd been holed up in there for almost half the day, because he had a client to defend the next day. Our trip to the Maldives had to be rescheduled. I pushed the heavy door open carefully with my hip. " Hey, Attorney." Keith swivelled in his leather padded chair and studied me through rimless Richard Gere glasses. Golden hair shone in the sunlight that