through her routine with practiced silence. Her mother had had a rough night, coughing endlessly, and Ame

one, not acknowledging Amelia's presence until the tray w

g good ever came from Mr

Cactus stood by the window, dressed in silk, a gl

thout turning. "And quiet.

't know what this was about,

arp. "I need you to do somethin

art sank. "

like the cat who got the cream. "It's s

rince Daniel, heir to a vast royal fortune. But the Prince came with one condition-he would only marry a virgin. Amand

, stunned. "You want

"You're doing it for your mother

lready arranged everything. Say no, and the police find stolen royal

th caught. "Y

hrugged.

eart screamed no, but her mother's

it," she

omen smirked

ut Amanda, paranoid that the Prince might recognize something was off, ad

m," Amanda said cruelly. "All we need is

h turned, but s

eeted her kindly but soon grew sluggish, eyes drooping as he sipped the wine Amanda had prepared. Wit

retending she had just returned from the bathro

, slipped out of the room. But Mr

appeared on her tray. They framed her for stealing the Prince's royal gold-only for the schem

fate was prot

one. She kept her head down, moving through the mansion like a gho

was shifting. A spark of rebe

mers had been push

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