The Prince Is Actually a Princess?! Chapter 20

[Isla’s Jealousy Boils Over]

[It started small. A flicker of irritation. A sharp inhale when Adrian smiled—actually smiled—at someone who wasn’t her. And then, suddenly, it wasn’t small at all.]

Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)

(watching from across the ballroom, fingers gripping her glass too tightly) He’s doing it again.

Helena Astoria (fl bff)

(barely glancing up) Doing what?

Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)

(eyes narrowing) Entertaining that— (voice sharp) —woman.

[And there she was. Lady Vivienne. Laughing. Tossing her golden curls. Looking up at Adrian through her lashes like she had the right.]

Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)

(politely, but with fake smile) Ah, Lady Vivienne, you flatter me.

[He wasn’t even trying to be charming, Isla knew that. Knew he didn’t care. But did that matter? No. Because the fact remained—he was letting Vivienne flirt. And Isla wasn’t handling it well.]

Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)

Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)

(muttering) I’m going to kill her.

Helena Astoria (fl bff)

(finally looking up, amused) Oh?

Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)

(seething) Rip her to pieces.

Helena Astoria (fl bff)

(leaning in, smirking) You sound jealous.

Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)

(freezing for a second, then scoffing) Jealous?

Helena Astoria (fl bff)

Mhm.

[But Isla wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t. Because jealousy was a fleeting thing, a childish feeling. This wasn’t fleeting. This was a deep, consuming fire. This was the undeniable, irrational urge to claim.]

[And then—Vivienne reached out. Grazed Adrian’s sleeve. Laughed at something ridiculous. And Isla saw red.]

Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)

(darkly) That’s it.

[She barely registered Helena’s laughter as she moved, crossing the room like a storm about to shatter everything in its wake. Adrian only had time to lift his gaze before—]

Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)

(stepping between them, voice syrupy sweet) Oh, Lady Vivienne. How bold of you.

Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)

(blinking) …Isla?

Lady Vivienne

(startled, frowning) Excuse me?

Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)

(tilting her head, lips curling) Touching what isn’t yours. How very desperate.

Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)

(sharply) Isla.

[But she wasn’t listening. Because this wasn’t about Vivienne anymore. This was about Adrian. About the sudden, terrifying clarity crashing over her like a tidal wave.]

[She didn’t just want him. She needed him. And he would be hers. No one else’s. Ever.]

Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)

(scowling, voice low) What the hell are you doing?

Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)

(leaning in, smiling like she just won) Reminding you, darling.

Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)

(tense) Of what?

Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)

(soft, possessive) Who you belong to.

Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)

[Adrian’s heart skipped. His breath caught. And for the first time, he was the one flustered.]

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End of the chapter