The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

areas and large windows that gave view to the beach on the
other side of the cli . There were five in total. This one,
which was the house I’d spent my teenage years living in,
when I was home. My uncle’s, and the three he rented out,
which essentially belonged to the royal family every
summer.
I thought about what Pierre had said about Prince Elias
and then about Prince Elias’s own words at the pub. He’d
deduced me to a nobody without a second thought. I glanced
at the party in the next villa and wondered if attending was a
mistake. Surely, the people over there were all aristocrats of
some sort. Despite my accomplishments, to them, I was just
the lowly girl who took them alcohol and provided fresh
towels. It didn’t matter that my father was powerful or that I
had a degree from a prestigious university under my belt. It
didn’t matter that I was living in London, or that I’d built a
well-respected event-planning company. None of it
mattered because ultimately, to Prince Elias, I would always
be a peasant.