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The Maid’s Daughter

“I want to make you mine. Just mine. Forever and only.” ——— Two centuries ago, Princess Madison of Zenovia died to protect her kingdom. Her selfless deed had gotten her reincarnated as the royal’s maid’s daughter hundreds of years afterwards, not being pursued by only one, but two princes of Zenovia. Will she finally get her way and sit on the throne that was her very own birthright? The competition is getting fierce. Looks like someone will chase Emma if the other two princes of Zenovia won’t take initiative. But who will she end up with at the very end? ——— “Miss Grey, what can you tell us about your father?” Julius asked. Emma furrowed her brows. “Excuse me?” She asked. She had never known much about her father, and when she was called to the throne room, she hadn’t expected to be asked such...personal questions. She thought Julius was joking, but his serious look didn’t say the same. “My mother never told me about him. Other than the fact that he had the last name, Kennedy. That’s all I’ve ever known of him,” Emma answered, unsure of how her father was related to any of this. The King and Queen gasped. She really was the daughter of the late Duke. The King explained to the confused Emma what was going on. “Ms Grey, this ‘Kennedy’ you are speaking about, is the late Duke Kennedy. From what my advisor, Julius, is telling us, you are the biological daughter of the late Duke Kennedy of Zenovia,” he explained. Wait, what? ——— NOVEL STATUS: UNDERGOING EDITING This novel is purely fictional, and since this book's first chapter takes place around the 1800s, I must clarify that the others take place during the 21st century. The cover of this novel is not mine. And a reminder. Hate comments, self-promotion and baseless accusations of any kind will be deleted. Thanks, guys. Author out. P.S. No, I am not changing any part of the book, I am simply editing what I've written in the past and fixing grammatical errors, etc etc.

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Best. Part. Ever.

After a while of deliberating and pacing around the conference room, James decided to return to Emma and his mother, Eleanor. 

He entered the room to see the three chatting, being civilized. He was taken aback. He had predicted it'd be by now Eleanor decided what she thought of Emma and they would've squabbled to each other -with the possible chance they'd rip each other's extensions or real hair out.

He told himself that couldn't possibly happen, and he was glad to be right. 

He smiled, kissing Emma sweetly on the forehead as he returned to his seat on the dinner table. 

He neared Emma, whispering, "I hope mother didn't give you a hard time getting along." 

Emma looked at James, seeming unfazed. 

"At one point of time, I did want to rip her jaw out, but we handled things. It went far better than expected," Emma lied. 

It had gone far worse than she expected, to tell the truth. 

"You sure?" James asked.