The Prince’s Bride – Beginning Forever (The Prince’s Bride #3) Read Online J.J. McAvoy

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Prince's Bride Series by J.J. McAvoy
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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“It is your family,” I whispered, glancing down at my nails because I understood. “There have been times when I wanted to complain and scream, too, but all I would get is ‘Poor little rich girl. Just give up all your money then and work.’ And in anger, I want to scream, ‘Fine! I will,’ and then I remember. My father gave his whole life to building everything I have now, and in two seconds, I’d throw it away? I couldn’t imagine if it wasn’t just my father, but grandfather and generations of my family.”

“Exactly,” he whispered and lifted my chin. “So make it easy on me, Cinderella, and just say yes.”

“Are you making a move on me right now?” I smacked away his hand. “I may feel for you, but I’m not sacrificing myself along with you.”

“Wow, I’m being pitied. You feel for me,” he repeated.

“Apparently, I can because you need me and my money.”

“Your mother explained you also need me to get that money,” he shot back at me. “Without it, you’ll have nothing.”

Damn it, Mom.

“I just need to get married for the money, but it doesn’t need to be a prince.”

“But who’s better than a prince?”

“A cowboy.”

His eyebrow rose, and he placed his hand onto his chest. “You are trampling all over my pride tonight, Cinderella.”

“Forgive me, Your Highness.” I bowed my head toward him. “You seem like a good guy. I’m sorry for all your trouble, but it’s all for nothing. I have no desire to be a princess or a duchess. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to call and bug my mother until I get out of here.” I rose from my seat, feeling proud of myself.

“I have until the end of the month to change that,” he said, rising beside me.

I was tall for a girl. However, he was still a whole head taller, so he had to look down at me and I up at him.

“And now that I have met you, I’m going to try my hardest to do so.”

“Why in the world would you do that?”

“Because I do not think I’ll get lucky a second time,” he replied, and I stared at him, not at all sure what he meant by that.

Just when I was about to ask, I turned, hearing the front door unlock. However, it wasn’t my mother. It was a man with white and gray hair, despite the fact that he wasn’t much older than I was. He wore a black suit and held luggage in both of his hands.

“Who are you?”

“Cinderella, meet my personal bodyguard, Iskandar Ruegg. Iskandar meet...Cinderella.”

I looked at him. “Are you going to keep calling me that?”

“That is what you introduced yourself to me as, no?” he was clearly teasing me with a massive grin on his face.

Ignoring him, I turned back to the man.

He bowed his head to me. “Hello, ma’am. Where may I put these?” he asked in a dull and uninterested tone, but that was less important than the things he was pointing at.

“Where do you put those? I don’t know. In a hotel?” I said very clearly.

“Your mother arranged for us to stay here,” the prince beside me said.

“Of course, she did,” she muttered, really ready for this dream to be over. “You are a prince. I’m sure you have enough funds to stay at a hotel or—”

“There is a chance that I could be noticed or exposed there,” he answered. “I am not in the United States in an official capacity, so it is best not to leave a trace of where I am.”

My brain was done for the night.

“Goodnight,” I said to him, grabbing my crown and walking toward the doors.

“Wait.”

“What?” I turned back to find him holding my glass slippers. With that dumb grin still on his face, he walked around the couch over to me. “Don’t you dare!”

He ignored me and knelt, setting the heels at my feet. I looked away from him as he put my feet into the shoes. I stumbled a bit, so grabbing his shoulders, I steadied myself hurriedly before letting go of him and patting the side of my dress.

“Forgive me. I just had to.” He smiled up at me, and I glared at him, not exactly sure what I was to say or do with him. “Weren’t you running away from me?”

“I wasn’t running.”

“Of course, you were just going to take a stroll without your shoes.”

“You aren’t very charming right now.”

“I do not intend to charm you now as Prince Charming but as Gale.”

“Gale? I thought your name was Galahad.”

“To the public, yes, but my family calls me Gale.”

“I’m not family.”

“Yet.”

“You are—forget it. Goodnight!” I threw up my hands, then spun on my heels and left.

Everyone was being ridiculous. I’d never fallen for anyone before, and I wouldn’t fall now. No matter how nice his smile was.


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