LOGINJane let her eyes roam around, taking a step forward in the direction of the main dining hall when she spotted Daniel. What was he doing here? She looked a little wide-eyed as he turned around and their eyes clashed. Last time they met, it didn’t turn out very well. The Prince asked her to stay away from him, his very own cousin for a reason unknow
Jane looked up from chopping her onions when she heard her fathers noise. He was pointing at the screen. Surprisingly, her father was not yelling like he usually did in front of the television. As soon as she got home, her parents were so emotional seeing her they all hugged. No one talked about the tabloids or the papers. For the meantime, she's glad about it.
Tristan stormed to Ivanka's room, his jaw clenched the entire time. He couldn't believe it that she would something so stupid. Ivanka voluntarily talked to the media and made the matters worse. Of course they twisted her words and dragged Jane to the filth, as far as making her to be the home wrecker. The people bought into anything so it wouldn't be surprising if they blindly believed the article. Oh god. What if they were already camping at Jane's place as well? The Prince had some bodyguards watch that place just in case if things started getting out of hand.
Jane barged into the Palace; she had a clear motive in the back of her mind. And that was to meet the Prince and demand some answers. How could he tarnish her name like that? What was his entire team doing? Just thinking about the article made her blood boil. Its been eighteen hours since that single tabloid published the interview, but hundred different publications quoted the same thing.
Jane felt a harsh nudge in her side. Looking up, she noticed her friend glaring down at her. Krista had an arm resting on her hip, brow arched.
/Tristan's POV/When the Prince woke the morning after, the bathroom door was ajar, and the shower's running. He quirked his brow at that. Who was showering in his bathroom? Even though he could just knock and confirm his
"I didn't know" She shakily breathed, staring at the Prince standing in front of her. Jane couldn't trust anyone, huh. Why didn't Daniel tell her anything? They talked about so many things. He could have mentioned that to her.
/Tristans POV/
Jane relieved a sigh as she stepped inside the class, trying not to cry at the throbbing pain in her ankle. On her way, she bumped into the door. She did not wake up on the right side of the bed, anyway. And with all the students in the campus staring at her as if she
Jane groggily opened her eyes, squinting at the bright sunlight filtering from the window. Covering her eyes with the back of her palm, she managed to sit up, wincing at the dull pain in her back. Her cheeks heated up as she remembered the reason behind it. The thick white duvet was the only thin
Jane couldn’t help but stare at him, her fingers clutched in his own over the centre console, glancing at him during stoplights. It felt unbelievable that he was interested to come back to her place. Her eyes followed his every moment, every swallow and the way h







