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

(MATURE CONTENT AHEAD)

Even through the hazy warmth of wine spreading through my veins, I knew this was reckless. Dangerous. A decision I couldn't take back.

That look—the one that burned, the one that made my skin feel too hot, my breath too shallow, my body too aware of how close he was.

And suddenly, I didn't care about consequences.

I cared about this. About him. About the way my heart slammed against my ribs when he leaned in.

His lips crashed against mine, and just like that, I was gone.

The desk was hard against my back, but I barely noticed. Not when Aiden was everywhere—his hands gripping the desk beside me, his body pressing into mine, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that made my head spin.

His taste was intoxicating—whiskey, wine, and something entirely Aiden.

Beautiful Mistake