Chapter 133 – A Little Princess’s Journey from Darkness to Light Novel

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While everyone laughed at this amusing turn of events, Bettany nagged at Blake while she took out the first aid kit.

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As the metal gate closed before her, Priscilla began sobbing. “What did I do wrong?”

She came to apologize but the Crawfords would have none of it.

Priscilla felt more upset than humiliated, because all five men rejected her.

In her mind, five dashing knights fell out with the princess because of a tiny misunderstanding. They all left the castle. As the princess cried and chased after them, she took a tumble and pa*sed away. The five knights returned and regretted their decision for eternity.

This is so sad.

Priscilla cried all the way home. Shawn, who had been waiting for her, pulled her into his embrace.

“Why didn’t you pick up my call?”

Priscilla sobbed even louder. “Shawn, is it really my fault? I didn’t mean it… Why did the principal fire me? And the Crawfords won’t forgive me either.”

“No, it’s not your fault. There, there.”

While Priscilla wept, she caught a glimpse of her vulnerable but attractive face in the mirror. Yet the one hugging her now could not be more ordinary looking. She used to think that Shawn was handsome, but now that she had met Anthony and Blake, Shawn looked… bland. Priscilla thought she could do better than Shawn. A girl like her should be held in the arms of Anthony or Blake. She shoved Shawn away and ran out.

“Peachy!” Shawn gave chase, but he couldn’t find her in the corridor. Frantically, he summoned an elevator and went down. In the dim stairwell, Priscilla came out. She whimpered,

“I’m sorry, Shawn. We are not meant to be together.”

With her broken heart, Priscilla went to Flynn’s place.

“Peachy?” Flynn was surprised to see her.

Priscilla looked at Flynn’s ordinary face. She felt even worse. But either way, it was too late to go anywhere. She would just spend the night crying at Flynn’s place before leaving him tomorrow.

Oh, her miserable life!

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Inside Lilly’s room, Bettany applied a cold compress on Lilly’s forehead.

“I can do it,” Blake volunteered. He felt bad bothering an elderly woman at night.

Bettany just glared back. “Shut up.”

Lilly lay obediently and allowed Bettany to treat her bruise. “Grandma, I’m okay.”

“You too. Shut up.”

Both the father and the daughter were silenced.

“Ahem,” Blake coughed. “Lilly, do you want to listen to a story?”

Blake grabbed the few storybooks on the table.

Lilly raised her hand immediately. “Fan-fictions, please. I want one that has something called a harem. Like a girl who makes babies with two boyfriends.”

It took Blake and Bettany a while to process what they just heard.

“Blake!” Bettany hollered. “What kind of stories do you read to Lilly?”

Blake felt wrongly accused. He would never show Lilly those kinds of materials.

Lilly looked at Pablo. “What’s wrong with that, Pablo?”

Bettany couldn’t see who Lilly was talking to.

Pablo was left speechless. He was talking about cheesy fan-fiction. Not PG18 materials. That said, both were equally awful.

“It’s okay. Let’s forget about it,” said Pablo wryly.

Lilly pouted. She knew it. Her good-for-nothing mentor was teaching her nothing good again!

Lilly turned to Bettany. “Never mind. I want to listen to 100 Floors Under Water.”

Blake was relieved to hear that. He took out the storybook. “Sure. Once upon a time…”

In a kid’s bedroom, the daredevil, Blake, was telling Lilly a story. It was a rare sight. Bettany left the room quietly. As she exited the room, her legs felt funny. Ever since Lilly gave her legs a ma*sage, Bettany could move part of the muscles. She tried to get up, to no avail. With a shake of her head, she mocked her own wishful thinking.

Inside the room, Blake sat beside Lilly and came up with the story on the spot. He had a husky and soothing voice. Before long, Lilly fell asleep. Blake put down the storybook and watched Lilly, affection in his eyes.

“Goodnight, my angel.” Blake then kissed Lilly’s forehead.

He was grateful for Lilly. He only lamented that he couldn’t be there when she was born. But it didn’t matter anymore. From now on, he would stay by her side. Blake tucked Lilly in gently and walked toward the balcony out of reflex.

Polly, who was asleep, woke up and made way for Blake. It cocked its head, “Wanna sleep next to me, Blake?”

Blake’s face twitched. Who in his right mind would sleep next to a parrot?

Blake flicked the parrot’s head jokingly. “You need to get laid.”

Blake closed the gla*s door leading to the balcony before leaving the room. In her dream, Lilly caught the harem spirit. Her jar of soul was almost full.

Meanwhile, Pablo pulled his hair while looking through his booklet. “This can’t be it. Where is she?”

Indeed, where was Jean?

Priscilla was all energized after bawling her eyes out the previous night. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she gave herself a pep talk. “You can do this, Peach. You are the best girl in this world. And no one can tell you otherwise.”

Flynn walked in with a food tray. When he saw Priscilla giving herself a pep talk, he smiled. “You are so adorable, Peachy. Stay with me, please?”

Priscilla looked at him with sadness. “I can’t, Flynn. I truly wish to wake up like this every day. You’ll make me breakfast. I’ll give you a child. And when you go to work, I’ll make sure the house is tidy. I’ll wait for you to come home with the child.”

“Then stay.” Flynn grabbed Priscilla with his arms. His voice was shaky. “I will work hard to give you the life you deserve.”

Priscilla shook her head. “What about Shawn then? He is depressed. I am the only reason why he breathes. If I leave him, he’ll kill himself. I love you, Flynn. I truly love you. But I cannot be so selfish. I cannot let him die.”

It was very impressive how Priscilla came up with such a cheesy plot in an instant.

“Forget me, Flynn,” uttered Priscilla dejectedly.

“I will talk to him now.” Flynn held Priscilla closer.

“No! What if that was enough to push him over the edge? If he kills himself, I will never ever forgive myself.”

Priscilla pushed Flynn away, gave him a good, hard look, and ran away. Flynn chased after her, but lost her ultimately.

In the stairwell, the distraught Priscilla lamented how she couldn’t be together with Flynn. And so, she decided to visit her third boyfriend, Sam Myers.

“Peachy?” Sam was about to leave for work when he saw Priscilla. “I thought you said you don’t want to see me anymore.”

Priscilla answered wistfully, “I don’t know who to turn to. And my body came here for some reason.”

Sam held back from doing anything. He sniggered, “Where are Shawn and Flynn? Aren’t they…”

“Stop!” Priscilla covered her face in agony. “They and I are just friends. After you left me, I never contacted them. I didn’t want to come here. But my body was telling me…”

Sam hesitated before pulling Priscilla into his arms. For a second, she felt like she was the female lead of a soap opera. However, as she looked up, Sam’s unkempt face shattered her illusion. He had decided to let his beard grow unchecked.

Priscilla felt despondent. It seemed like Anthony and Blake were the only ones who fit her standard.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have come to bother you. I…”

Priscilla was about to leave but Sam couldn’t wait anymore. The woman before her was too tantalizing. He pinned her against the wall and kissed Priscilla.

Oh! Priscilla felt breathless. A pair of soft lips were against hers. She closed her eyes, imagining that Blake was having his way with her. How could a prey like her escape the maw of an alpha male?

Half an hour later, Priscilla burrowed half of her crimson cheek under the sheet.

Sam looked at her with all the tenderness in the world. “It was your first time, Priscilla?”

“Why do you have to bring it up? Hmph!”

It wasn’t her first time. She had had many first times with her boyfriends. Thanks to modern technology, anything could be restored. She would have to visit the hospital again to prep for Blake and Anthony.

Sam hugged Priscilla. During their cuddle session, Priscilla told him how she crossed the Crawfords and was fired.

“That’s why you came to me?” inquired Sam.

“I was at my wit’s end. The guilt was consuming me. But they won’t accept my apology. I walked aimlessly on the street and the next thing I knew, I was by your doorstep.”

“Your heart called out to me…” Sam chirped.

“Oh!” Priscilla thought of something. “Don’t you work for Crawford Holdings? Can you sneak me in? I want to apologize to Mr. Crawford in person.”

“You don’t need to,” coddled Sam.

“I have to. You don’t know how guilty I felt when I saw those nasty comments on Lilly. She is only four! I could have stopped the brawl if I hadn’t spaced out, thinking about you.”

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