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The Royal Lie: A Tale Of Passion & Pride

“Janet, I think you’re misunderstanding the relationship between your daughter and me. We’re not dating.” My mother gave us both a questioning expression. “If you two aren’t dating, then why did you spend the night together?” 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!

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30 Chs

Dancing With The Devil

Hwan's POV

I took a deep breath as I sipped on the hot chocolate drink Hannah had made for me.

We were back in my hospital room, with Hannah quietly sitting on a chair across the room, waiting for me to finish. The air was filled with uneasy tension, neither of us having said anything to the other since she found me crying like a baby outside.

The shameful incident still lingered in my mind, but I chose not to dwell on it. Instead, I focused my attention on the weary-looking woman across from me.

She seemed to be in decent shape considering yesterday's explosion – there was only a small scratch on her forehead and a bandage on her wrist. Otherwise, she showed no visible signs of being in pain.

Silently, I thanked God that she was mostly uninjured.

Placing my mug on the table, I let out a shaky breath. Still recovering from my breakdown, I took some time to gather my thoughts before speaking.