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

"So let's say my plan worked perfectly and that your husband is trying to prove a point to your version of Liz." Lucy smirked, looking way too pleased with herself.

I shot her a glare, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. Yeah, her stupid plan did work—so well that I could still feel Aiden between my legs with every single movement I made. And the worst part? He knew it. The smug bastard probably planned for it.

I just wanted Aiden to have a taste of his own damn medicine.

The way he always put me second to Liz—like I was some backup option, someone to tolerate rather than want—it had infuriated me. Still infuriated me. Even if I wasn't his dream wife, even if our marriage was never meant to be real, I hated the way he treated me like an afterthought. Like I didn't matter.

The Plan Worked