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

Stupid former brothers. Why the heck were they here?

Okay, yes, I'll admit it—I was jealous. Because unlike me, they still had everything. They were still etched in the history books, still together, still had the status and camaraderie that used to define my life. And me? I was an erased page, a forgotten footnote in the timeline.

After the last incident at the diner, when I'd dumped hot coffee on them and stormed out, I hadn't thought much about why they were there. It didn't even occur to me that they might have been there because of Aiden. But seeing them here, chatting so casually with him, laughing like old friends, I pegged them to be his buddies. His allies.

It felt like Aiden had taken the life that should've been mine. My brothers—my brothers—should've been standing by me, not him. And that realization, that bitter truth, made my blood boil.

My Stomach Opposing My Wedding