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

The drive to the office was quiet. Not the usual tense silence laced with irritation, but a different kind—something heavier, something charged. Alexia, for once, had nothing to say. No snarky remarks, no complaints, no dramatic sighs. Instead, she just sat there, staring out the window, her fingers absentmindedly brushing against her lips.

I gripped the wheel tighter, forcing my gaze to stay on the road. I knew exactly what she was thinking about—those damn kisses. Hell, I was thinking about them too. I hadn't meant to kiss her like that. The first one was supposed to be for show, just enough to make the media eat out of our hands, but the second?

A mistake that still burned on my lips.

I exhaled sharply, pushing the thought away. It didn't matter. I had done what needed to be done, and judging by how the internet was already shifting the narrative, it had worked. That was all that mattered.

Soap Opera