Who Is The Protagonist In 'Il Principe Felice'?

Nadia's fate was sealed the moment she was born. She was born in the courtesan community, which solely existed to please the king and other royalties in the palace. Her family loved their profession and the riches that they amassed from their kinky exploits. Nadia, however, yearned for a normal life with a simple guy, growing vegetables and cooking gourmet delicacies, being the foodie she was. Ian was the young Prince of a powerful kingdom who was popular for two things: his conquests on the battlefield and those in the bed. He was proud of his ability to turn any woman into a sex addict, that is until he met Nadia.

On the streets of Milan, our nanny, Fiona, livestreamed my son’s limited-edition sneakers. A few days later, she shockingly transformed into my son’s stepmother. I overheard Anthony telling Fiona, “Once Francesca signs the divorce papers, all her assets will be ours.” Anthony was the man I had loved for ten years and had defied my family to marry. I took a step back, pretending to break down in tears, trembling as I told him I would give him anything as long as he didn’t go through with the divorce. What they didn’t know was that I had just dialed the number I hadn’t called in ten years. In a low voice, I said, “Father, the game is over. Your heiress, the principessa, is coming home.”

“You dropped your spoon,” the stranger says as he grabs it. “I’ll go get another,” and the stranger goes to fetch another. When he gets back, Gianni is clinging to life because of his hunger. He is barely managing his posture. Quickly, the stranger gives the spoon to him. But as soon as it reaches the latter’s trembling hand, it falls to his bed sheets. “I can’t hold a spoon,” Gianni is despairingly disheartened. Moments of silence fills the air until the stranger’s warm hand holds Gianni’s chin open. “Open your mouth,” the stranger says as he feeds him with a spoonful off bouillabaisse. Surprised, Gianni feels the luxury of comfort once more. The stranger’s hand is so warm and comforting. He could not help but feel shy and embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” Gianni silently says. “I’ve caused you too much burden.” “It’s no problem,” the stranger wildly smiled. His smile makes Gianni’s heart throb faster than a fleeting flame. “You should regain back your strength,” the stranger continues feeding Gianni, “so that you can repay your debt with your life.” “With my life?” Gianni gulps and coughs. The revelation completely surprises him. “What do you mean?” “Your family disowned you. You have nowhere to go. You do not have any money on you nor any possessions to repay that service that I have done for you,” the stranger explains. “Thus, you shall pay back by serving as a butler." Gianni suddenly becomes the butler to the prince, who develops an interest towards the latter. How will their relationship blossom and unfold in spite of the challenges and rivals that rock their world?

In Reychelle City, a contest was held to crown the most beautiful woman. After my cousin scarred my face, she seized first place with ease. What she never expected was that this year's contest wasn't for fame; it was to select the future wife of the Third Prince, a ruthless, bloodthirsty eunuch. That very afternoon, gifts poured in by the cartload. My betrothed panicked. That night, he tore up our engagement contract and carried my cousin into the bridal chamber. The next day, she trailed her lacquered fingertips across my cheek and sneered, "Alicia, with your ruined face, who would ever want you? Perhaps the beggar at the street corner might take you in." I caught her wrist, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Who told you I would marry a beggar?" Before her stunned eyes, I pushed open my parents' chamber doors. "Mom, since Maggie doesn't wish to be the prince's consort… let me take her place." Three years later, before the eyes of a shocked court, the Third Prince entered the grand hall with me at his side, with two children in tow. No one had foreseen it. This body of mine, blessed with the rarest gift of fertility, was the perfect match for a man believed incapable of siring heirs.

He was magnificent in her eyes before. The way he strides down the stairs which such power and authority, the way he carried himself with such elegance and dignity, the way those eyes scanned the area while it shone vividly like the bright morning sun. He was her god, before. Now that she was given this chance to redeem herself, to save herself before disaster strikes once again in the Empire. She will waste no time freeing herself from the clutches of this man. The Crown Prince. She bowed her head as soon as he descended and everyone in the ballroom, including herself, greeted the prince. "Welcome back, Your Highness!" 'Yes, welcome back indeed.' - - Amerielise Lovette was nothing more than a social butterfly. She was well-known for her appearance that sends men into an abyss of admiration and longing for her. She was so beautiful that she was described as the flower in the cliff when the sun sets. However, no matter the effort many men put to make her notice them, she only has her eyes on one man. It is her childhood friend, the Crown Prince. She loved the crown prince and was loyal to the royal family. She was like a dog willing to abide every wish he whispers, kissing the ground he walked on, blindly following him. She was naive to the dark intentions that the prince has in stored for her. In his eyes, she was just another pawn. She died. She was given a second life, a life where she vowed to do the right thing and not be the dog that she once was. She stepped away from her fate. The moment that she did, things go south and that is how she ended up in the Crown Prince's clutches again.

The fake principessa of the Italvia's mafia had accidentally discovered that I was the long-lost true principessa of the Esposito family.