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

“Sounds . . . just like them.” Joss laughed under her
breath.
“He invited me to a party the other day.”
“Tell me you didn’t go,” Mom said.
“Of course I went.” I stifled a smile as I looked over at
Joss, who was enjoying this entirely too much. “You can’t
say no to the prince.”
“Adeline.” Mom exhaled, closing her eyes briefly. “The
last thing you need is another scandal. We need you back on
your feet, not on your back underneath a prince who won’t
remember your name in two weeks.”
“Mother!”
“I’m just stating a fact,” she said. “When we lived there, I
watched as he and his brother seduced all of the women in
that town. Most of them won’t even talk about it and that
alone speaks volumes.” She shot me a look before turning
and facing the palace. “Now, let’s go. We have work to do.”
Joss idled behind my mother and I idled behind her as the
doors to the opulent palace opened and the grandeur inside
was exposed to us. I’d been here before, once when I was a
girl and again as a teenager. That time, I’d come by myself. It
was only a two-hour drive from the beach, and my parents
were sending me away to boarding school the next day, so I
decided to run away for a while and come here. I’d started
exploring with a tour guide, but halfway through, I somehow
ended up completely lost. That was before social media and
paparazzi started hounding under-aged socialites.
I got my first glimpse of the princes that day, though I
didn’t tell anyone about it. It wasn’t like it had been an
experience. They were walking the section of the palace that
had been closed o to the rest of us and were headed into the
back of a car. They never looked up or saw me, and even
though I was inside the palace walls, I felt like an outsider.
Even from that angle, they seemed untouchable. I assumed