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The Prince's Runaway Bride

The pampered young miss and decorated military tactician of the Anisen household once asked, “Why do I have to be the sacrificial lamb?" The Crown Prince of Tissuria in his younger days once declared, “I will marry you when we grow up.” The trusted retainer once informed the grown Crown Prince, “The replacement bride was reluctant to take on the role.” Vaughn smirked. He knew that Zenia would likely refuse the marriage. “Should we continue monitoring the movements of the siblings, my Lord?” “Yes, that’s already a given. A prey like that is not easy to capture and keep.” The Crown Prince promised, “We will meet again soon Zenia. It’s time to put you to your rightful place.” Join Zenia and Vaughn in their crazy and funny adventures as they uncover the truth and witness how they nurture their love to stand the test of time. *********************************************** Regular updates: 1 chapter per day Thank you all for your support. I may release 2 chapters at any given day ^_^ as a treat or give you a surprise mini mass release. I am the rightful owner of the cover. *********************************************** You may buy me a coffee: ko-fi.com/nanotchkalexiskyler You may also want to donate via Paypal: sarisari.biz@gmail.com Thank you all ^_^

Nanotchka · Fantasy
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324 Chs

An Explanation is not Necessary

After they finished their refreshments, the Baroness prepared to leave.

"I will go ahead, good day to you all." The Baroness made a slight bow and walked toward the main gate.

When the Baroness was no longer in sight, Vaughn immediately questioned the other two people.

"I can see that you two know each other – spill it, NOW!"

Zenia sighed and decided to explain everything when grandpa stopped her.

"Let me do it, lass."

"But, grandpa I am his wife after all."

Vaughn liked the sound of that.

'Wait… Grandpa? When did she become close to him?' Vaughn's face turned as dark as the bottom of the pot. 

The old man sighed, "Lass, it's like this… I am this brat's real grandfather."

"What?!"

"Spill it, grandfather, what happened? When did the two of you meet?" The anger in Vaughn's tone was obvious.

"You're using that kind of tone to me now? This brat!" The old man was huffing when he finished talking.