Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 89

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Writer's POV:

The news spread like wildfire and soon the palace phone began to ring endlessly.

Zagreh was in shock and surprise. But most especially, everyone was very pleased with what they were hearing.

Well, most people were.

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"So it is true, Asahd??" Iris, the fifth to call, of Asahd's jealous and bitter exes, asked over the phone in shock and disbelief.

"Yes it is, Iris." Asahd replied, taking a seat. He was in the library.

"Saïda?? Really?? How can you end up marrying her, Asahd?!"

"I love her and I'll keep repeating it to every single one of you, that call," the Prince mused.

"You're not serious. You used to dislike her so bad! How can you now claim to love, such a killjoy?? Saïda of all people, are you kidding me? You deserve better than that!"

"What?" Asahd scoffed. "So you're trying to tell me what's good enough for me, or who? You're the one that's kidding me," the Prince laughed sarcastically. "What or who do I deserve? You? Before you speak, remember why the fuck we broke up. It wasn't my fault this time. If you want us to stay in good terms Iris, then shut the fuck up."

"Fine. I won't be surprised if you two divorce after a year or so, together. Or if you even get a second wife because Saïda will bore the hell out of you."

"You wish," Asahd mocked. "She's way more exciting than you've ever been."

Iris gasped.

"You definitely don't mean that. There's no way she's better than me and you know."

"Hahahaaaaa! What??" Asahd laughed. "She's waaaay better. Deal with it, Iris. I'm marrying her. Spread the good news. And oh, now that I'm soon to be a groom, stay the fuck out of my DMs."

"It won't work out."

"Just watch, Iris. You know me."

And with that, Asahd hung up.

'Man they're such a headache. How did I ever actually like such girls?

They even used to be my "perfect type" of girls. Sheesh. Guess I've upgraded.'

Asahd rubbed his forehead because of the headache he'd gotten from the exes that had called so far.

He leaned into his chair and relaxed a little. But then his phone rang again.

"Oh no..." he checked the screen. Another.

Even before he could think of answering, another entering call appeared. Still another ex.

'I'm exhausted.'

Rolling his eyes, he put off his phone.

"Peace at last."

He leaned back again and closed his eyes. But not for long.

Out of nowhere, someone stormed into the library and he almost jumped. Hammar immediately rushed to him.

"She was the one, Asahd?!" she started, already yelling as she came closer.

"Oh gawd..." Asahd let his head fall back and ran his hands over his face.

"It was Saïda?? You love Saïda?? Is this some joke?!" she said pulling his hands away from his face.

Asahd groaned, exasperated.

"Look," he started, standing lazily. "I'm tired, okay?"

"It's Saïda you're marrying, Asahd?! How is this even possible?!"

"Mmm," he shrugged. "You can't fight back when the heart wants what it wants." he mused.

"Is this some joke?!" Hammar retorted with wide eyes.

"No it's not, Hammar. I love Saïda and I will marry her," Asahd said casually, undisturbed.

"I can't believe this!" Hammar gasped in shock. "She's the one you rejected me for?? Are you kidding me??"

"Nope," the stubborn Prince chuckled. "She's indeed the one."

"How can you fall in love with her?? She's so pathetic. Really?? She's not even half of me. And the idiot had the nerve to lie to me when I asked her who you were in love with!"

"Hey, hey, hey," Asahd said firmly with a little frown, raising a warning finger at Hammar. "Girl, watch your mouth. Don't make me kick you out. Literally kick you out."

"No! You used to hate her. You couldn't stand her!"

"I disliked her. There's a difference."

"I don't care! You love her, now?! That girl isn't even worthy of you."

"Wrong. I'm not worthy of her. Once again, learn the difference," the Prince mused and Hammar got even more pissed.

"This isn't a joke! How can you be marrying her??"

"Hammar, you better start showing her some respect, darling," he teased. "She's your future Queen. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to help in organising my engagement and marriage ceremony. You're invited."

And with that, he walked past her.

"Asahd, I'm not done, talking to you!" Hammar stomped her foot.

"Buh-bye!" he mused and stepped out of the library.

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Meanwhile...

Saïda was literally dragged to the gardens by her friends and to their usual sitting corner under a tree shade.

"Now talk!" Yasmin demanded with a laugh.

"How in the world did this happen?!" Aisha added with a laugh.

"And she didn't tell us anything!"

Saïda laughed nervously.