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The Royal Lie: A Tale Of Passion & Pride

“If you two aren’t dating, then why did you spend the night together?” My mother gave us both a questioning expression. The kitchen fell silent, neither one of us knowing what to say. “Please don’t tell me you two are just fucking?” Leave it to mothers to make everything awkward. - Hannah Oba was a badass by any measure – royal, rich and incredibly sexy. With an ice heart and sassy attitude, the rebellious princess had mastered the art of not giving a damn. Getting a job at one of the world’s largest corporations, she never imagined she’d get entangled with her boss’s adopted son, Park-Lee Junghwan. Junghwan was everything she hated – charming, kind and a ray of sunshine. With his puppy-like personality and sparkling eyes, something about the raven-haired boy just rubbed her the wrong way. However, when she accidentally spends a night with him, things quickly get complicated. Having no choice, Hannah is forced into a fake relationship with the one person she despises. But the line between the truth and deception becomes blurred when the demons of her past come knocking. Someone wants her dead, and they will stop at nothing to make it happen. Now everything she’s ever cared for is at risk, including the starry-eyed man with secrets pretending to be her lover. Can they overcome their enemies and escape her dark past? Or will they both discover that love is always a losing game? NOTE: This is a SHORT STORY of only 30 chapters. So if you're looking for a quick but captivating romance then this is just for you. If you want a longer story, you can check out my other work(s). Happy reading!

Abigail_Okoi_Obuli · Urban
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30 Chs
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I Need You

Hwan's POV

"You suck at this, man."

I groaned in frustration as I tried to dribble the ball past Mark, only to have him snatch it away. He had always been great at soccer, while I assumed the role of the unathletic best friend. Yet for some strange reason, he always insisted I played with him.

Perhaps he just enjoyed seeing me lose.

"I'm trying," I whined in annoyance, making him roll his eyes. "Can't we play a less physical sport like chess?"

"Remind me why I'm friends with you?"

He passed the ball to me as he asked this, wincing when I failed to catch it, instead falling on my face. Rushing over to me, he offered me a hand which I gladly took.

"Thanks. Also, we're friends because I let you copy off me in every Math test."