Jilted By Prince, Claimed By King

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 684 | Released on: 22/01/2026

melled of bleach and lemon cleaner. It

ction in the spotted mirror. She looked like a wreck. Her lips were swol

r, Edris," she h

ly still with her-and pulled out her emergency makeup kit. Concealer went on thick over the marks on her neck. She blende

dress, draping her cashmere scarf o

re again. Cold. Perfect. Untouchable. Only her eyes betray

h the early morning shift of mai

ped a steaming steamer. "Where have you been? T

ry," Edris lied smoothly. "

o question the logic. "Get

thermal gear that cost more than most people's

ts were milling about with cof

. Her eyes landed on a

ement. An

ding a cup of hot cocoa with both hands, looking up at him with wide, adoring eyes. Clement was smiling, a soft, genuine s

nd told herself it was just sibling affection. They

the lens of betraya

e camera app immediately. She pretended to che

sion. The hand on the waist. The nose

his smile vanishing ins

, spilling cocoa on the snow. "

d walked over, her boots cr

ess. Bailee." Her voice w

ting his scarf. "Edris. We were w

ng to Bailee and then back to him. "It

don't be like that. Clement was just keeping

re wearing his ja

clutching the lape

er eyes. "You're always cold, aren't you, Bailee? Especia

arkening. "That's enough, Edris. Yo

"I suppose I imagined the way y

ent

servant. "We have the Vogue shoot in an hour. Unless you

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“It was the night of the Winter Chalet Gala, the most prestigious event of the year and the night my life was officially supposed to begin. I was the perfect socialite, a Senator's golden daughter, and the fiancée of Prince Clement. Then my sister, Bailee, handed me a glass of champagne with a sweet, innocent smile. "Just a sip for luck, big sister." Within minutes, my blood turned into liquid fire. In my past life, I didn't realize that "luck" was a drug designed to strip me of my dignity. I had stumbled into a hallway where a planted stranger waited for the paparazzi to catch us. The scandal was the first nail in my coffin. My family disowned me, my fiancé abandoned me for my sister, and I eventually ended the nightmare by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. I died in the freezing bay, realizing too late that my sister's love was a death sentence and my parents had already replaced me. The betrayal felt like swallowing broken glass, a pain more suffocating than the salt water that eventually claimed my lungs. Why did the people I loved want me dismantled? Why was my suicide their only version of mercy? Opening my eyes again, I was back on that snowy balcony three years ago. The iridescent pearl manicure was back on my fingers, and the drug was already screaming in my veins. But I won't be the carcass for the vultures this time. I kicked off my heels and climbed the stone railing, looking toward the forbidden Royal Wing. I'm not going back to the trap. I'm going to the only man powerful enough to burn them all: King Ignatius Fisher.”