Photographer Ryan Mitchell captured Samantha's most beautiful moment through the lens of his Leica camera, and from that instant, she fell deeply into the romance of every shutter click. A luxurious villa, an exclusive muse, a perfect lover—she thought she had stumbled into a fairy-tale love story.
Until that blood engagement night, when Isabella Laurent appeared wearing the same ring, and the media exposed Ryan's betrayal. Only then did Samantha realize she was merely a carefully chosen stand-i...

Yes, I jumped from that rooftop. Wind screaming in my ears as I fell, thinking it might finally earn me one fucking tear from them. Instead, all I got was "she's so dramatic."
Now I'm staring at fifteen-year-old skin in the mirror. Downstairs, their fake voices call my name—identical to that "welcome home" afternoon three years ago.
Yvette rushes to hug me, sugar-sweet venom dripping from her lips: "Remember who the princess is." I give her the same plastic smile right back.
I hear the voice in ...