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

I stared at him, trying to process what he'd just said. "This marriage is a contract, Aiden," I snapped, crossing my arms. "It doesn't mean I have to play house with you."

His lips twitched, almost like he was suppressing a smirk, which only infuriated me more. "You agreed to this arrangement, Alexia," he said, stepping closer. "It includes sharing a room."

"Since when?!" I practically shouted, waving my arms dramatically.

"Since always," he replied coolly. "Unless you'd prefer to explain to everyone why our 'happy' marriage involves us living like strangers under the same roof."

I opened my mouth to argue, but no words came out. Damn it, he had a point. If I slept in a separate room, it would raise questions, and questions could lead to the whole charade unraveling.

"Fine," I said through gritted teeth, stomping past him like a petulant child. "But don't think for a second that I'm happy about this."

Sleeping Arrangement