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Accusingly, Killian questioned her, "So, you wanted to know? Steal it?" Unbeknownst to others, Killian had never disclosed that the frame encasing his beloved's picture was crafted from pure gold, adorned with precious rubies worth a fortune. Yet, to him, it was an invaluable possession, a cherished memento of Ginni . Yifa vehemently shook her head, her voice filled with determination, "No! I have never contemplated stealing from you!" Her words held true. Despite encountering more opulence within the palace walls than during her time as a rogue, Yifa had never entertained the idea of pilfering such treasures. Her focus had been firmly fixed on transforming her own life, striving to leave be

《 Gina 》 I am in my room with my hairdresser, makeup artist, and stylist, and I am ready for my coronation. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was in awe of myself. I am dressed in a seductive red ball gown with a sweetheart sleeveless tulle floor length, a seductive open back, long red gloves, very well matched with princess glitter heels, my hair styled in a high hair bun, and a diamond necklace. A knock on the door cuts my thoughts. "come in". It was my grandfather with my babies, Kilyan and Onyx, wearing a tuxedo, and my princess is matching my red dress; she looks cute.

"We won't stay here forever and this place is perfect because we won't be staying forever. I heard billionaires often rent this place for events so it's usual. Well, I registered under someone else's name. What you need is money and influence, Giada, they make ways " " But one needs just more than money in life "Giada winked and I didn't hesitate to pull her hair gently. " I never said all you need is money and influence. Some people are blinded by their greed for this and that's why it would be easy to conquer them "The elevator's double door slid open on the top floor of the building and we both stepped out and made our way down the hallway. " This so-called king of New York isn't like the

“I brought cookies.” Silver's gaze shifted to the cheap-looking paper bag in her hand, and a slight frown settled on her brows. No one ever gave Silver things that didn’t scream luxury. Gold foil boxes, imported ribbons, embossed seals with intimidating names like La Maison de Sucre. And when they did, especially those desperate socialites who’d do anything for a chance to stand next to Detroit West, let alone mother his child, their voices always came coated in syrupy sweetness and toxic desperation.

If only it felt like one. Because the truth was… I didn’t feel like a princess. I felt like a secret, polished and paraded for the world to see but not really seen. Not by the right person. Not by Ken. The mansion sparkled brighter than I had ever seen it. Gold-trimmed everything. A live orchestra softly playing near the fountain. Guests in designer gowns and sharp tuxedos sipped champagne, exchanging laughter and scandal with ease. Staff in white gloves moved like shadows, perfect and precise.

White socks with a bit of lace, just princess enough without screaming festival. When I brought them out, Poppy tilted her head. “Is that… boring?” “It’s classic,” I corrected. “You’ll look like a well-behaved child.” “I’m not well-behaved,” she said. “I’m Villain Glitter Princess.” “Exactly,” I nodded. “Which is why you have to pretend.” She weighed that logic, then nodded slowly. “Okay. But I still want to wear a crown.” “A small crown,” I bargained. “The silver one, not the giant gold one with LED lights.”

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

A challenge. A flicker of amusement curved Alaric’s mouth, sharp and dangerous. “Alaric Moore.” The name rippled through the hall like a warning bell. Briarcrest royalty. The heir. The untouchable. And now, by law and ceremony alone, had tied to her. “Congratulations,” Nyx said coolly. “Do you want a medal?” A few students inhaled sharply. Someone laughed, then stopped as if realizing laughter itself might be a punishable offense.

CASSY The Gilded Cage doesn't look like a place where desperate girls sell their souls. It looks like a five-star hotel. All marble and gold, ambient lighting that probably costs more per fixture than my current monthly rent, doormen in actual uniforms who open the doors with white-gloved hands and don't meet your eyes. The kind of place I used to walk into without a second thought, back when I had a trust fund and a last name that meant something. Now I'm here to auction off the only thing I have left.