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Just within twenty-four hours, I had seen a new side of Natasha. She didn't show any of this to Ethan. And maybe this was just me overthinking things, but I felt like she was starting to catch on to my scheme. Maybe it was time I really told her. Any longer and she might come to completely hating me.
Chapter twelve
The Prince Meets a Princess
Lawrence
I will never forget the day I first met her.I had everything I wanted, and my future was already laid out for me. Anything I desired was delivered to me. Some people called me spoiled, but it was just the ramblings of people unlucky to be born into the lower classes.
Jealousy truly makes a man ungrateful and foolish not to know their own place in the grand scheme of life. It could get boring. My role was simple. Be a good boy and get ready to one day take over my father's company once he no longer existed on this planet. That's if the old man eventually agrees to die.
He loved me all the same. My mother did too.
Despite how busy he was, he always made time to look out for me or spend time with me. I did have a pretty good father in my life - a life where I had everything, it was only a matter of time until I realized that there were things that I still didn't have access to.
For instance, friends. I wanted them. But most of my peers were below me in wealth, and I knew nothing good would come from being friends with those beneath me. I wouldn't want leeches disguised as humans.
I remember one time when one of our maids came to the house with her child because her sister wasn't around to watch the boy. His filth touched some of my toys and I had them burned almost immediately.
Give it to him? You give paupers an inch, and they'd automatically take a mile. What about my peers at my family's wealth level? They were fine but were very boring. I couldn't walk around with people uglier than me. A flock of swans should always be consisting of swans. Geese aren't allowed.
Then one day, I met her. Mr. Anderson James was a friend of my father's and a man who invested in the real estate business. He came with his daughter, and my word. I was only ten years old, but even I knew that I wasn't looking at an ordinary girl.
Her blonde hair casually greeted her shoulders. Those green eyes looked so unreal that it was majestic. Her beautiful skin that seemed to mock the efforts that models had to put in to achieve a modicum of beauty.
At seven, dressed in the prettiest floral dress, Natasha James resembled a doll. A fragile one that could break. She made eye contact with me and smiled. I was only a kid, but I knew that there was something special about her.
Then we became teenagers. The effects of puberty opened my eyes. I realized what my younger self seemed lost about. With the development of her secondary feminine traits, Natasha seemed to be moving toward achieving perfection.
Her beauty put most of her classmates to shame. Her parents refused her desire to attend school pageants, and to be honest she wasn't interested. I wouldn't say that I wanted her to participate either. I would feel bad for the swine that would have to compete with her.
Still….I began to desire her. We grew up as friends, a demand I had made to my father. I understood that her family was lower than mine in terms of wealth, but…a goddess like that, born to a baron's family?
It was only fitting that she was meant to be with a prince like me. Then she became a woman, excelling in everything she laid her hands to learn. The more she grew, the greater my lust for her. I would see her in a bikini when we would swim together…so much skin exposed was enough of a treat to last me a lifetime. I couldn't help but wonder how she would look without any clothing.
Countless images about her still crawl through my mind. I wanted her. As she showed no interest in any other males, it was only natural that I became her fiancé. That beside the other main reason why she had to marry me.
She didn't take the news well, but she didn't completely turn down the idea, which was enough for me. I was sure to make her heart melt. But I hadn't taken into account the presence of competition.
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I knew my flaws. Unlike Natasha, I wasn't born with perfect skin or gorgeous eyes. As much as I desired her, there was only so much I could achieve with average looks. So, I fixed it with the best plastic surgeon in town, Dr. Ian Sullivan. I was glad that I didn't have to meet his twin brother, Ethan.
I disliked Ethan.
While I waited for Natasha to become fully ripe for the taking, I spent my time seeking women I could release all my sexual frustration on. But, every woman I chose seemed to be after one person, Ethan Sullivan, that reckless playboy of a doctor.
Wherever he walked past, people just naturally swooned; he could draw people to him effortlessly. I wouldn't have been bothered if it were him. His brothers were no different. Each were revered as gods in their fields. The only exception was Ian; for some odd reason, people seemed to avoid him like the plague. But that didn't mean he was a threat.
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I was in Richmond for the shoot I had prepared for, but…
"Is everything alright?" Jacqueline, my make-up artist asked, as she applied the blush. "You seem to have more wrinkles than usual."
"Nothing important," I replied.
"Are you sure? Could it be that princess you are so fond of?" she asked as she took a step back to admire my face.
