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

The day dragged on like an unending nightmare. I sat through lecture after lecture, but I couldn't tell you a single thing that was said. The words floated around me, meaningless background noise to the storm in my head. My thoughts were elsewhere—stuck in an endless loop of what-ifs that I had no business entertaining.

Would Aiden have dropped everything for me if I had been the one in the hospital?

Would he have rushed to my side, panic-stricken and desperate to be there for me, the way he had for her?

Doubt clawed at my chest, bitter and unrelenting. Of course not, Alexia. Don't be stupid.

I mean, sure, we were married, technically. But that was just paperwork. A contract. There was no love between us, no real bond beyond the forced proximity we had to endure.

Liz was different. Liz had history with him. Liz had his care, his concern—his heart.

Finding My Version Of Liz