I Thought He Was My Prince, But I Was His Villain

The moment I walked in, I was stunned.

A long row of men sat on the couch, all types, like I’d just walked into some bizarre catalog of male specimens.

Scarlett waved a grand hand at them and said to me, “Pick whichever one you like.”

I grabbed her and pulled her to the side, lowering my voice. “Scarlett, are you out of your mind? This is illegal.”

“What are you thinking?” She rolled her eyes. “They’re all my senior brothers from the same school. I invited them here on purpose, to introduce you. I don’t want you getting hypnotized by Alexander’s pretty face any longer.”

“You’re not afraid the paparazzi will catch you? The top young actress partying with a row of pretty boys in the middle of the night?”

“Relax, my brother’s place is Fort Knox.”

When it came to my finally cutting ties with that scumbag, Scarlett was more excited than I was. She’d already had a lot to drink.

I got dragged along with her and ended up drinking a lot too. The result was that when the party broke up, the two of us were staggering, clinging to each other as we made our way to the restroom.

After I threw up, my head cleared a little, and then I started rambling to her non?stop.

“Ruanyuan, remember this: stay away from men, or you’ll end up miserable.”

“Men are all trash, especially Alexander.”

“What’s he got to be so damn smug about anyway? Just because he’s a little better looking?”

“I think that junior of yours just now was pretty good. Fair skin, baby?smooth. Send me his Facebook later.”

I was getting more and more worked up, when a sudden chill ran down my spine. I turned around—and Alexander was standing right behind me.

At first I thought I was seeing things. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. Nope. It was really him.

Ever since I realized this was all just a novel, my feelings for him had slipped right out of the plot’s control. Like the wind, they’d scattered, gone wherever they wanted.

Before, whenever I saw him, I would lose control and walk toward him on my own, my heart filling with stupid, uncontrollable joy.

But now? Nothing. After all, who the hell can feel happy in front of a face that cold?

Damn plot. It turned me into his doormat for five whole years. Five years. Who knows how many people have laughed at me behind my back?

The more I thought about it, the more wronged I felt, and the tears started streaming down my face.

God… this is so humiliating…

Scarlett saw me crying and thought I was heartbroken because of Alexander. She charged forward and started cursing him out.

She went on and on about how good I’d been to him, how devoted I was, how he didn’t even like me but still got engaged to me, and after getting engaged he was still flirting with some little assistant. Total scumbag.

The more she yelled, the more I couldn’t stand it. I reached out and grabbed her arm.

She was aiming her words at Alexander, but for some reason it felt like every sentence was scolding me too—scolding the idiot I’d been all these years.

I deliberately skipped over Alexander’s already thundercloud?dark face and tugged Scarlett away with me.

Alexander caught my wrist, then called Lucas and told him to come take Scarlett home.

Once Scarlett left, I instantly lost my support and swayed on my feet. Just as I thought I was about to hit the floor, Alexander caught me.

I immediately shook his hand off and steadied myself against the wall.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Chloe, what the hell are you doing?” he snapped. “I told you, Isabella and I are just in a normal boss?and?employee relationship.”

I looked up and saw that arrogant, untouchable expression on his face, and I really wanted to punch him. If I could’ve stood straight, I might have tried.

“Why didn’t you pick up when I called you?”

My head was spinning. I didn’t want to listen to his crap. I pulled out my phone and called the driver, telling him to come pick me up.

I don’t know what got into Alexander, but before I could even say the address, he snatched my phone and told the driver he didn’t need to come.

Then he dragged me toward his car. I struggled a few times and couldn’t break free, so I gave up. It’s not like he was going to actually do anything to me anyway.