book 1 of 4
ever since bianca 'b' prescott was born, she was told that she was the fairest of them all. and like any, the island's very own kook princess had a reputation- she was stubborn and shallow and most of all, she was a spoiled bitch. but ev...
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Every girl fantisizes about having her happily ever after– a sleeping queen woken by her true love's kiss, a princess who puts aside her jewels to make her way in the world, lovers torn apart being brought back together. But this wasn't a fairytale and happy endings are few and far between.
Because in life, the princess becomes a tyrant and takes her subjects to war, the spell wears off and the two lovers part ways and if you cut off the head of one love triangle, another grows back in its place.
Eventually, the princess finds herself in unfamiliar territory outside the castle walls where she has to make a choice– take her pumpkin carriage and go back to the castle where her white night in shining Armani awaits or continue her quest with a dark prince who only has one thing on this mind– and it's definitely not slaying dragons.
"Hi," Bianca gave her boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, a soft smile, her hands winding around his neck as his wrapped around her waist.
"Hey," He responded, returning the smile, "This is for you," The boy handed her the bouquet of roses, which were only available by taking a ferry to the flower shop in Chapel Hill.
"Here- let me put them away," Lydia gestured towards the bouquet, turning on her heel to put them in water, "Michael, honey- get the vase!" She called into the hallway.
As soon as her mother had left the large expanse of their marbled living room, Rafe turned Bianca so her back was pressed against his chest, his hot breath fanning over the shell of her ear.
"You look beautiful tonight," He whispered lowly, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, swaying them gently. Bianca felt her chest soar, throughout her life she'd heard the phrase many times- sometimes from her family, her friends, her boyfriends, but every time she heard it from Rafe it made her stomach do little flips and her heart flutter in her chest, "I love this dress."
"Thanks, babe," Bianca laughed lightly, her head leaning against his shoulder.
But Rafe was still too preoccupied with her material, "It would look even better on my bedroom floor," His hands trailed down the satin, fingers brushing lightly against her exposed skin at her thigh and Bianca slapped his hand away lightly.
"Rafe- stop- my parents are in the other room," She giggled softly, turning back around to face him.
Just then, large footsteps entered the room and she quickly whirled around to meet her father's hardened gaze.
Rafe quickly let go of the girl, his hands leaving her completely, "Good evening, sir," he stammered out and Bianca almost laughed at how it resembled a squeak.
"Rafael," Michael Prescott greeted with a curt head nod as Rafe lifted his hand to shake.
Her father was a business man and he'd always said that the best way to make a first impression was with a firm grip. But this wasn't Rafe's first rodeo with Bianca's family so when Michael pulled him in for a hug, it felt natural.
