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!
To Fear, To Love
Hannah's POV
Fear.
It's the one thing that plagues us all. It lurks in the corners of our minds, reminding us of what we dread the most. If left unchecked, it weakens the greatest of warriors and dulls the brightest of minds.
Fear is the enemy of man.
Yet fear was all I felt as I walked into the prestigious Sheraton Hotel.
Checking in at the reception, I held in a grimace as the receptionist handed me the key card to room 523. Lasisi had instructed me to meet him in that room – the exact place where our enmity was born.
The smug bastard.
Not letting my emotions get the better of me, I headed to the elevator – which was thankfully empty – and punched the button for the top floor. As the machine slowly climbed, I used the opportunity to gather my thoughts.