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

Yeah, I knew I was acting like a love-sick teenager, but I didn't care.

Sleeping with Alexia last time had given me the best damn sleep I'd had in years, and right now, that's what I needed—peaceful slumber. And maybe, just maybe, I could get her to change her mind.

But for now, I'd settle for the fact that she had agreed to sleep on the bed with me.

She lay stiff beside me, her back turned, body wound tight like a coil. I smirked to myself—so damn stubborn.

"Relax, little wife," I murmured, resting my hands behind my head. "I'm not going to bite."

I turned slightly, watching the way her fingers clenched the sheets, the way her breath came just a little too fast, betraying the calm act she was trying to pull.

"You sure you don't want me to hold you?" I teased. "I heard cuddling helps with sleep."

A Glimpse into the Past