Anastasia

Does this library have no books on ways to kill someone?

It was almost midnight and I found myself in my university's library, skeeming through some books just for extra reading.

Tomorrow morning I'll have to face the devil.

And no matter how hard I try, I can't distract my mind from him.

How dare he threaten my future?! I get that he wants help with this shit, but this is going too far, and my anger right now has no bounds.

If he makes that phone call, I won't be able to get in. Waterford is my free pass out of this prison, and I know that if I pass up this opportunity, my future will be the same one I promised myself I would never have.

If I stay here, my fate is sealed.

Make the family name proud and get married to a rich noble of the court, flaunt riches and selfishly use them and teach my kids the same thing.

A shiver of fear ran down my spine by just thinking about this kind of life.

I aggressively slam the book on the table, and let of a frustrated breath.

The librarian looks over at me with a stern expression, shushing me, then returning back to her book.

I pay her no attention and continue rubbing my forehead in anger.

I could kill him right here, right now. Who the fuck does he think he is? Bastards like him are all the wrong in this world. Willing to risk someone else's life for their own benefit.

You're smart, Ana, just go through with this offer, it's only a few months. My inner voice nudged me.

Truth is, I want to get back at him, I want him to feel the helplessness he's making me feel right now. I want him to feel the anger he's making me feel right now. God I could just... Ughhhhhhh!

Maybe I could just murder him in his sleep and plant a knife in his hand to make it look like a suicide...

Stop it Ana

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. I can't lose my cool over some pompous rich asshole.

I have a plan, and Nathaniel François is just a small little bump in my way.

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"What can I do for you?"

I looked at her with a bored expression and sighed.

She stepped inside my room, her hands on her hips and gave me a disgusted expression. She stalked into my room, as I stepped up from the bed, placing my computer and glasses on the side.

"I am going to tell you this the last time..." My sister seethed, walking closer towards me.

She expected me to flinch, or even shrink back a little, but I took a step ahead and stared at her with my head held high and an unamused expression.

She blinked at me for a quick second then returned to being angry at me.

"If you even for a second think that you can get away with humiliating our family in front of the royals then you're wrong?" She glared holes at me.

"It's not my fault that you didn't go to a college." I merely shrugged. "Did you seriously think that they wouldn't find out?" I narrowed my eyebrows at her.

She looked at me like a fish, opening and closing her mouth.

"Who would ever want an uneducated queen?" I said to her, clearly stating facts.

"It's ridiculous how jealous you are of me..." She scoffed, looking at me with an evil smile growing on her lips.

"Jealous?" I asked looking at her incredulously.

"Yeah, you always have been." She said in a sadistic tone and walked around my room in a slow pace, like a predator stalking his prey.

"I cannot believe the utter bullshit that comes out of your mouth." I spat at her, my hands in tight fists, my nails digging in my palms, probably drawing blood. But I couldn't care less.

She ignored my comment and kept talking. She trailed her long witch like nails across my wooden desk, creating noise.

"I mean.... you were a mistake. You weren't meant to be born." She didn't even look at me. My breath hitched in my throat. I closed my eyes as my nerves turned into a frenzy.

"And being neglected your whole childhood.... and adulthood... living in my shadow." She continued saying, "But me getting the best guy ever just doesn't sit right with you does it? You're jealous that you can never get the guy I have. Just like Austin" She smirked at me, looking me in the eye.

"Me? Jealous of you? Don't be delusional." I scoffed at her, regaining my composure. I walked towards her.

"Why would I ever want to be someone who has no real identity. Let's face it Chloe, you have no purpose to anyone except being pretty and opening your legs for any one who can give you even a small amount of power. You're the definition of a rich brat, and you know what? Your so called 'prince charming' is just the right match for you." I spat at her, anger seeping in my words.

"How hypocritical of you." She seethed at me. "Don't think I don't know about your one night stands."

"There is a difference you know, you sleep with people just to gain power and a little appreciation. I do it for my own fun. When was the last time you had an actual orgasm?" I threw her a smirk.

She seemed to lose her stance for a bit, but quickly regained and smirked at me as if my words didn't faze her at all.

"Get out of my room." I stated finally.

"Oh gladly." She said, but still walked towards me.

"By the way, do mom and dad know about.... what was the name?.... Waterford Conservatory?" She smirked at me. My lips parted looking at her.

No, no, no, no ,no, no, this seriously cannot be happening!

Why is every one so hell bent on destroying my future? I cannot stress on the fact enough that she and Nathaniel are the perfect match. Both deviously evil and set on ruining my life for absolutely no real reason.

"Have fun asking mom and dad for money after they find out." She said to me and walked out waving her hand at me.

Fucking bitch.

"DAMN IT!!" I screamed loudly and punched the wall beside me.

Why? Why? Why does the universe hate me so much?

I leaned on the desk for some support and weaved a hand in my untamed blonde hair, slightly pulling because of my frustration.

I felt something wet on my hands as I looked at the gory red blood on my hands, coming from the crescent moon marks on my palm.

I sighed.

I racked my mind try to find some, any way out of this.

Suddenly my phone buzzed on my bed as I went to pick it up.

A text from Devil in disguise.

Yes, I certainly did save Nathaniel's number on my phone like that.

Tomorrow morning, right ensoleillement ? See you at the palace gates at 8. Don't be late😉.

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I was definitely late, by almost an hour.

I sensed his irritation even before I saw him. The look on his face satisfied all my needs of annoying him. I just gave him a sweet smile.

"Traffic was hell." I smirked, crossing my hands over my chest.

He gave me an unamused expression, giving me a sharp glare and shaking his head. "You live two minutes from here.... at walking distance."

I shrugged. "I just don't wanna see you."

He let out a frustated sigh, shaking his head and giving me a look.

I looked at his outfit and made a face.

"What in the holy hell are you wearing?"

He was wearing a suit, in broad daylight. This man needs serious help.

"A suit." He said. "You dumbass, I can see that. If you wear that in the city for more than five minutes, I promise that you'll be going home with just a sock."

"I don't have anything else."

I looked at him as if he had grown three heads. "What the fuck? You know what, fine, we'll go shopping." I sighed.

"Then let's go." He waved at me and ushered me into the limo.

"First, we can't go in the limo. And second, I have an offer. A deal, if you must say." I said, with confidence in my voice, raising my chin.

He quirked up his eyebrow and walked towards me. "Do tell."

"If I help you with this, I want a full scholarship from Waterford Conservatory for my whole three years. You have a friend there right?" I said, challenging him.

"Why would I do that when I can get what I want from manipulating you." He smirked at me.

"True, but I have lot of friends downtown, now think of your image if I accidentally tell someone that I've met you and that you don't deserve to be a king. Gossip there spreads fast."

I played at my nails, fully aware of his burning gaze.

"You're good." He finally said. "I'm aware." I smirked. He stared at me for a few more moments then raised his hand in front of me.

"Deal." He said and we shook hands.

As soon as he texted me last night, I instantly knew that this could help. Chloe cannot be trusted. She can tell my mother and father anytime. I was initially going to make up a lie to tell them that a noble has proposed to me but needs dowry. I was going to take that money and run away. But now that can't be possible.

Sure, I can't trust Nathaniel, but a deal is a deal. I am even going to have legal documents printed out for this. This deal cannot go wrong.

I can work here, find a job and save money till my term starts. I can use it for my other necessities.

Hopefully this plan doesn't go wrong.

Nathaniel nudged me out of my trance. I put on my sunglasses as he waited for me.

"We're not going in the limo."

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