lucy_mumbua

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.

Alexia POV:
Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.

When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the "accidental" brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say "unpaid rent."

Spoilt Princess Reincarnate As a Waitress

"Tomorrow, we'll wed, and we need to make this marriage believable," I said, my voice firm and unyielding as I leaned back in my chair. I watched Alexia as she finished the last bites of her dinner, her expression hovering somewhere between annoyance and apprehension.

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, a hint of rebellion glinting in their depths. Typical. She was like a wildcat, all claws and attitude, but I had no time for her tantrums. This wasn't about her, or me, for that matter. It was about the deal.

"If we can't pull this off," I continued, my tone clipped, "you can kiss this fancy lifestyle and gourmet food goodbye. Back to scraping together meals and living paycheck to paycheck."

Her fork clinked against her plate as she set it down, her hands curling into fists at her sides. "I get it," she snapped, glaring at me. "No need to rub it in."

Tomorrow We Wed