"She is
Chaos and beauty
Intertwined.
A tornado of roses
From divine."

PLAYLIST - Love you like a love song
By Selena Gomez

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POV of Veronica

"Good Lord.....his body is so fucking hot!"

I murmured while flipping through the pages of my favourite manga, "Taming the possessive girl". I need to say that the abs of Owen are so prominent especially his gorgeous abdominal V! I can feel my mouth water, but I need to control all my dirty urges right now because-

"Princess, we have reached the mansion." My personal bodyguard, Uncle Ben said. I pulled on my black shades over my eyes while the driver stepped out of the limousine to open the door for me. I quickly hid my comic inside my handbag and stepped out of the car while straightening my white dress and tugging a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

Yes, I have to control all my dirty urges right now because - I am a princess.

The most important thing for me is my image, after all, I don't want to be on the headlines with the caption, "Drooling Princess"!

According to my mum, I have to make regular public appearances, which I don't mind either.

I quickly took a few large steps to cover up the distance but unfortunately, one of the reporters jumped up in front of me, now I am trapped!

Great, I can't run away now.

Even though their presence is irritating me like hell, I showcase my appealing million dollar smile which I had practised since I was seven-years-old.

The moment I smile, I can literally hear countless flashes from the cameras as they capture this moment to put it up on their news channels and magazines.

"Princess Veronica, we have heard that Prince Peter is going to come back from Canada to attend this year's Royal Grand ball! Is it true that you two are already engaged and he's coming here for you?" The reporter shot a question at me.

Huh? Is he really coming? And who the hell said that I'm engaged?

I am still single and a virgin for god sake!!

Maybe the fact that one of the media's spy looming in our mansion is correct because even I didn't knew about this, what a shame! I need to ask mom about this.

Regarding the answer, I say only one sentence which I had practised specifically for these emergency interviews;

"No comments."

And with this, I darted towards my house to save my life. Finally, got rid of them for the time being.

By the way, let me introduce myself, I am Veronica Hamilton, 20 years old, the sole heiress of "Hamilton's Steel and Shipping Company".

As soon as I entered, all the servants present at the entrance bowed lightly to welcome me while Uncle Ben was walking behind me.

He is not my uncle for real but since he was one of the most trusted personal bodyguards of my dad and presently is recruited to be my bodyguard moreover he's really caring towards me, so I call him uncle.

I also have six more bodyguards, and ten personal servants who look after my needs every day, I have a private gym and my family also owns a famous sports complex. I even have a personal dietician and family dentist and doctor.

Our mansion is situated in one of the richest locality of New York. It is surrounded from all the sides by ample greenery with two separate swimming pools and five gigantic fountains.

Rarest flowers from different countries are grown here and we have a terrace with a swimming pool and a garden too. The interior designing of the mansion has been done by the famous Greek designer.

Private island in India and Australia, private hotel in Dubai and five more countries, five apple orchards, private jets and even four private yachts and five villas with the best view are owned by our family.

I have my own stylists who always make sure that I look prim and perfect. I don't have a wardrobe in my room because there is a separate floor for my expensive dresses.

I have separate dresses for morning, evening and night.

A whole wall is occupied with various heels, track shoes, boots, pumps, wedges and cute flip flops. Expensive diamonds and gems' jewellery are adorned in the other end of the room. My dresses are changed each month so that I always remain stylish and updated. Matching handbags are not a problem.

Due to this much wealth, I had always been addressed as "The Princess" by my schoolmates. Those who admired me always called me a princess while those who hated me called me a "Rich bitch".

But it doesn't concern me, after all, I have everything that they don't have....everything except friends.

"Uncle, is it true that the prince is coming?" I shoot a question at him immediately while scrunching my eyebrows.

"Yes, your highness."

"Then why on this earth, no one told me about this?! Moreover when is the ball? I need to prepare for it as soon as possible." This is such a serious problem.

"Even we came to know about this yesterday and your mom was surely going to tell you about this today. And er....the ball is on..."

"Er...what? Don't tell me that the ball is tonight!" I almost blurted out, because if it is so then it would be a tragedy!

"No, it's not tonight. It's tomorrow."

"Tomorrow! What?!" I threw my arms in the air dramatically, showcasing my panic mood.

"Why did nobody inform me moreover what about me....what about my dress?"

"Oh don't worry about that, Mrs Hamilton had already ordered your personal designer one week ago and she will be coming today with your gown in the evening for the trial."

Phew... one burden less but seriously,
what a jerk this prince is, usually according to our protocol he should have announced his arrival a week ago.

To think about it, if the news of Peter's arrival is true then maybe the fact that he's coming for me is also true. I can't stop the sly smile that crept up on my face. I wonder how he looks like now, it had been a long time since we last met. My thoughts were briefly interrupted by uncle's voice;

"Your Highness, I also wanted to inform you that your mother  is waiting for you in your room." Uncle Ben said.

I turned around to face him while thinking that mom never comes to my room to talk to me. Usually, she either summons me in her study room or outside, in the garden during tea time. Uncle would have surely noted my confusion because he spoke again,

"I was referring to Ms. Stella, your highness."

"Oh, I see, thank you Uncle." And with this I  gave him my craziest smile too, which I rarely give to others except for my real mom, uncle Ben and uncle Zion.

"Then I should get going and yes, send a glass of fresh orange juice to my room."

"Yes your highness." With this, he bowed slightly and marched away towards the servants to pass them my order.

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"Wha-" I stopped mid-sentence the moment I opened my bedroom's door.

"Oh hi sweetie! You're back, I was waiting for you for past one hour." My mom said while making her way towards me through the sea of purses and pulling me into a hug.

I did hug her back but still stared at all the signature purses laying on my bed and floor.

"Mom, why did you buy so many for yourself?" I asked her while simultaneously eyeing them too.

"Oh...ha ha ha, these.... I bought them for you!" She said while frantically putting them back in their respective shopping bags.

I rolled my eyes," You know, how bad you are at lying! Moreover this excuse won't work because I already have a full section in my wardrobe filled with fifty of them." I said, but I'm not sure if there are fifty, because there might be more cause I don't have time to count them.

She sighed, "I got caught red handed, well you know they all were so beautiful that I can't suppress the devil inside me." She giggled while giving me an innocent look. With her eyes similar to mine that is pebble black, we surely resemble each other.

Someone knocked on the door;

"Come in." I said. Here comes my orange juice, I was about to take the glass when suddenly my mom took it and replied to the maid, "Thank you."

Huh! Seriously!?

"Mom, it was-" before I can complete my sentence, she took a large sip from it, and then looked at me and said, "Yes sweetie, you were saying something?"

"That was for me." I snorted.

"Oops, don't worry, half of it is still here." And with this she raised the glass up to my lips, encouraging me to drink it. I burst out laughing at her stupid innocent ways of expressing her love.

I took the glass from her hand and started drinking while she was constantly babbling about her neighbours who are sometimes jealous of her when she dresses up nice, then suddenly she said something that made me scoff on my drink;

"You still remember that the prince is destined to be your fiancé?"

Did she know it too?

I nodded.

"Remember one thing Ronnie, you are very beautiful so you must make that prince fall in love with you." She said while winking her eyes at me.

"Come on mom, you are an old lady now. No need to talk about these seduction arts with me." I said but I know that the unmistakable heat in my cheeks are surely a clear indication that how excited I am about it.

"Who is the old lady? And see who's falling for the prince!" She said while laughing and poking my stomach. We both started laughing again and were enjoying our mother-daughter happy moment when a voice at the door made us both stop immediately.

"I was thinking of sending Veronica for her beauty treatment, but it seems that I entered in the wrong moment." My second mom, Mrs Caroline Hamilton said in her ever cold voice.

Yes, I have two moms, one is my biological mother, Stella Wilson who was the mistress of my dad, Ronald Hamilton. And the second mother is my godmother, Caroline Hamilton, the wife of my dad of course.

At times it feels really awkward to call both of them mothers in front of each other.

After my dad passed away in a car accident, I was given as a gift to Mrs. Hamilton.

I don't have any affection or anything to feel bad about my dad. Because I don't have any memory of us spending time except when he used to come to give us money and just have a small talk.

"I was just leaving, your highness."

With this, my first mom quickly started clutching all her shopping bags in her small hands which were only acting as fuel in this tensed atmosphere. She silently said me goodbye with her eyes and was about to leave my room when my second mother spoke again;

"Too many bags might be heavy. I'll send my maids to drop it at your home. And be careful about the amount of money you spend because I won't give you more expenses. I hope I made myself clear?"

"Yes, I would be careful."

"And tomorrow is the Royal Ball, so I hope that you won't show your face here for the next two weeks because a lot of press people are sneaking around."

My first mom meekly nodded and then ran away. I was currently sitting in an awkward position on my bed, not daring to move a bit and was waiting for my second mom's order. When she was finally assured that my mom had exited the mansion, she turned back to look at me.

"Go, get dressed up. I want you in my study room in an hour." I nodded vigorously to show that I will abide by her orders.

As soon as she left the room, I sprang up from my bed and stripped down my dress. Quickly, I filled my bathtub with warm water and opened a cupboard which contained various imported shower gels, scrubbers, pumice stones of various sizes etc. I took out rose scented body wash and started making bubbles in my bathtub.

I'm on the top of the world!

That's how I'm feeling after immersing my body in warm water while gazing at the water lily pond outside.

Honestly speaking, even the softest beds or specialised spas can't make me feel so relieved. I love my bathroom, though it's pretty simple I admit and I swear I'm going to install some more features in my shower, but still.

I can read my comics without any stress of getting caught while laughing like an ass, I can act freely and sometimes I can even let out my sorrow drain out with the water.

I logged in, in my twitter account to see that there were so many articles about me and my fashion style.

Last week only I made my place in the Top searched young personality and the number one diva.

I feel really sad for Emma Watson because before me she was ranked number one for consecutive four weeks. She's my idol but now I guess, she's my rival. This thought seemed so amusing that I started laughing.

Emma Watson fans, please don't kill me for that.

After scrolling up and down, I checked out how many likes did I got on my post of the picture that I clicked when I just woke up, it's the usual 990k likes.

One thing that I find ridiculous about being popular is that, whether we post a picture in a nice dress or in just a flimsy rag like outfit, we do get a lot of likes.

They surely like us for our faces rather then what we really are. Why are they not content with having all the body parts on there right places.

I switched off my phone and started reading online comics on my iPad.

Fuck me now! Crap!

Only fifteen minutes left! I closed my iPad and quickly scrubbed out the soap and ran into my dressing room to get ready.

I almost forgot I love my bathroom because I can freely cuss around too!

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