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

Mature Content Ahead

Her body trembled beneath my grip, back arched perfectly as I held her hair tight, forcing her to look at herself—at me—through the mirror. Her breath hitched, a whimper spilling from her lips, but I didn't slow. Couldn't.

"You don't get to look away," I growled against her ear. "You're going to watch every second of this. See what you've become. What you made me become."

I drove deeper, harder, each thrust deliberate—measured. This wasn't about pleasure. This was reclamation. Retribution.

She tried to speak, to stammer something, but I tugged her head back tighter. "Don't waste breath on apologies unless you mean them. Say it," I snapped, voice low and dangerous. "Say what you did."

"I—I was cruel," she gasped, voice shaking. "I—I hurt you. I hurt Mira—"

Savage