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

Should've shaken him off, turned around, slapped him even—something.

Because the moment his lips brushed against the side of my neck, everything else fell away. My guilt. My anger. The loneliness. The ache of being hated by the man I once crushed under heel, and now… loved with every breath I took.

He didn't speak. Didn't give me time to think. Just turned me around with a firm grip on my waist, hands commanding, movements sure, gaze heavy. And when our eyes finally met—God, I didn't see hatred.

Raw, volatile, sharp enough to cut.

Like he'd been trying to forget me and failed. Miserably.

Wifey Duties