“I hope it helps that I'm here to share your pain,” I muttered sarcastically. “If you keep on talking, this event will surely get less boring,” he said before chuckling softly. “Is that so?” I replied back while making sure to keep my voice down so that no one would overhear us. I kept staring straight ahead although I could feel the prince’s gaze resting on my face. He clearly wasn’t paying any attention to the presentation and he didn’t even bother to put on an act. “Of course. It’ll get even better if I can hold your hand,” he replied before reaching his hand out for mine.I moved my hand away from his at the last moment and the prince ended up laughing at my attempt to get away from him. He was clearly enjoying himself and that meant that he had made the right decision in bringing me along with him. After what I thought was an excessively long presentation, the main part of the event finally came to an end. However, it seems like the role of the prince at the event wasn't yet
“An answer?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes at him. “That's right. You asked me a question, and that was my answer to you,” the prince replied as he stared directly into my eyes. His gray gaze was steady as he looked back at me, and I could feel his sincerity and that bothered me even more than before. “I don't know what you're talking about…” I muttered quickly before looking away. “Are you sure that you don't understand or is it more like you don't want to understand…” the prince pointed out without willing to let it slide. “Regardless, you shouldn't have kissed me right in front of everyone like that. Do you realize what you've done? Photos of us kissing will be everywhere for everyone to see!” I could no longer control my anger and ended up raising my voice at him. I sucked in a deep breath before rolling my eyes backwards and clenching my fists tightly as I imagined the mess that this scandal would create. “Be my girlfriend,” the prince said, and I could tell that he was b
I can't let him find out about this. I wasn't sure how well the prince knew Anthony personally, but they definitely knew each other. “Don't put words in my mouth. There's no one that I like,” I stubbornly denied. The prince stared at me in silence for a few seconds before he smiled and then shook his head slowly from side to side. “Did someone ever tell you that you're not a very good liar?” He asked, although it wasn't truly the question. At that moment, I was absolutely certain that he could see through me and my lies, and I wondered how much he truly knew. “Are you going to continue to deny it?” The prince asked. “I'm just telling you the truth,” I replied softly without backing down. “Well then, if there's no one that you like, I guess that works in my favor. Let's go on more dates until you start falling for me,” the prince suggested as if that was the best solution. “I don't want to do this,” I said firmly as I decided to take a stand. Instead of getting angry at me, th
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