I felt a chill run down my spine and I began regretting getting on his wrong side. “There is nothing to gain from loving someone that you can't have. No matter how much you love him, he will never be yours,” Desmond said coldly as his eyes seemed to glaze over and become lifeless. His words shocked me, not because I couldn't predict the same outcome, but because it convinced me that he knew the identity of the man that I love. How else could he say with absolute certainty that Anthony would never be mine? I wasn't sure if the timing was on my side or not, but the car suddenly came to a stop and that meant that we had arrived back at my house where their prince was supposed to drop me off. It felt like a short eternity had passed by, and I didn't remember the ride from my place to the venue being that long. I turned and stared at the prince while my mind raced to find the right words to say to him in order to end our conversation. After having learned that leaving our conversation
Aside from those vile comments, there were also countless comments expressing how well suited we appeared for each other. I wasn't sure which types of comments made me cringe more inside, and I wondered what kind of face these people would make when they found out that none of the things that they saw were true. I wasn't dating the prince, in fact, I haven't even seen or spoken to him in almost a month since the last time that we saw each other at the event. So far my shameless parents were over the moon excited ever since the photos of the prince and me kissing went public. The two of them clearly enjoyed the attention and I could imagine them boasting to the other nobles and their business partners about my relationship with the prince and how much he seemed to favor me. That all happened before they started realizing that the prince no longer called on me, and that I no longer left the house to meet the prince at the palace. “What is wrong?” My father asked with a frown between
Before they could say anything else I stood up from my seat and ran out of the living room. “Dahlia, wait!” I heard Diana calling after me and then I heard her footsteps as she ran after me. By the time that we both reached my bedroom, I felt like I needed to cry it all out so that I could deal with all the stress and the pressure of the situation that had built up inside of me. It felt like someone had wrapped their hands around my neck and had started squeezing it. Diana entered the room after me and pulled me into her arms right away. She must have realized that I needed comforting without me needing to voice it. “I told you that he is interested in you. You should have listened to your sister…” Diana said before letting out a giggle as she continued stroking my back. “Shut up…” I muttered as I buried my face into her hair and held her tightly. “Did you have a fight with him?” Diana asked after a moment of silence. “No, we didn't fight. At least, I didn’t think we did…” I rep
“What the reporter is saying isn't actually accurate. Sure, they have some evidence, but it’s not super airtight. If we could just do something, we still have the chance of sweeping this all under the rug,” my father said thoughtfully. Suddenly everyone was silent as we all seemed to wait for him to come up with another genius plan to get us all out of this trouble. For a moment, I felt so far removed from the troubles of my family because I felt like it had nothing to do with me. That was what I thought until I felt my father's gaze stop and then stared at my face as if he was expecting me to say something. I stared back at him with wide innocent eyes as I silently questioned what he really wanted from me. He can’t possibly...“I am not doing it. I am not doing anything to help you with this,” I stated before my father got the chance to say anything.I might not know much about life, but I could clearly tell when someone wants something from me that I didn’t want to give. The way m
I wasn't sure what Diana told them or what she had done, but nothing seemed to have moved forward during that week. Although no new evidence was found and no progress was made on the case, the press continued to cover the story non-stop. I wondered if our entire family would be under investigation or if we had to go to court. My parents were always stressed and on edge, and I would be lying if I said that their anxiety we're not getting to me. Diana seemed to be the most calm out of all of us, and it made me feel that she knew something that we all did not. “Will Dad end up in prison?” I asked her one evening while we were alone. “Is that what you wish for?” Diana asked with a teasing smile. “It doesn't matter what I wish for. I simply want to know what is going to happen,” I replied to her honestly. “This might be disappointing to you, but I don't think anything significant is going to happen to our family,” Diana replied with a shrug of her shoulders. I stared at my sister sile
“Where are you going?” My mother asked when I suddenly stood up. “My room,” I replied in short before making my escape.Did the prince do this? I didn't dare voice this question or my thoughts out loud while I was with my family, but now that I was alone inside the sanctuary of my bedroom, it dawned on me that it must have been the prince or someone from the Royal Family. In this country, the only family that ruled over the court and could directly influence its decisions and rulings was none other than the direct royal family members.Had the king decided to help my father and our family out of mercy because he felt thankful for all that we had done for him as his loyal servant? It wasn't impossible; however, something told me that that wasn't very likely. Desmond's handsome face and warm smile suddenly entered my mind and I was convinced that the prince had something to do with this. I had not asked him for help so I began to wonder whether my parents or even my sister had asked h
“Can you tell us more? Now you’ve really got everyone's attention and we can't wait to learn about this owner of the name,” another reporter quickly chimed in. The prince seemed to hesitate a little as he continued smiling before he nodded his head. It felt like his impressive gray eyes were right in front of me and that our eyes met although he was just a figure displayed on the television screen. “I'm thinking of naming this building after someone that I find very interesting and also impressive, but as I said, I think that I should get her permission first before any official naming,” the prince replied with his eyes staring straight into the camera. “Can we take a wild guess, Your Highness? Is this lady that you're referring to the one that you're dating?” another reporter asked without missing a beat. I felt my stomach churning into knots and I suddenly felt very restless. It seemed that Diana was quite excited by the sudden development because she began gripping my hand tigh
I knew that they were complimenting me only because I was now once again a useful leverage for them to use to further the position of our family. Ever since the prince started to show interest in me, my parents started paying me more attention. They made sure to take care of me and give me what I want all for the sake that I would maintain my relationship with the prince.It suddenly felt like the world around me went dark and suddenly multiple spotlights were shining down on me. Regardless of his intentions, it seemed that the prince had successfully put me right on the spot. “I think now I know why there are so many reporters gathered outside today,” Diana pointed out. I hated to admit it but she was probably right that all the reporters that we thought were gathered outside because of the court case might actually be here because of what the prince had said about me.“This is really amazing! He is so romantic. You need to attend the event with him, and of course, you need to allo