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

I sat up in bed, my breaths uneven, my chest rising and falling as I tried to steady myself. My hands still trembled, clenched into fists against the sheets as the remnants of the vision clung to me like a phantom grip.

I looked down at Alexia, sleeping peacefully beside me. Her long lashes rested against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted, the slow rhythm of her breathing unbothered by the hell I had just lived through in my mind.

I ran a hand through my hair, my body tense with the need to do something—to move, to fight, to rage.

It felt real. Too real. The scent of burning torches, the raw sting of the lashes on my back, the hatred that had burned inside me—like a fire that had never truly gone out.

A part of me wanted to grab her, to wake her up and demand answers. Did she know? Had she seen it too?

My Brain Playing A Cruel Joke