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

Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince:Masquerading as aMan

Try This

Her voice was the same. Soft, familiar. A ghost from the past.

I turned, and there she was—Elizabeth.

The nickname I had given her when we were kids, because I always complained that "Elizabeth" was too damn long.

The same smile she always used when she wanted something.

And damn it, she hadn't changed a bit.

I already knew what I was going to do.

Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone, dialing Tobias. "Go pick up Alexia from the spa."

His startled "But sir—" was cut off when I ended the call.

I had bigger matters to deal with right now.

When I looked up, Liz was still smiling, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

She had always been good at that—looking at me like I was the only one who could fix whatever problem she had.

Walking Headache