Undercover Heiress

Proloug: Part One

Part One

Have you ever hated something so much that you just wanted to explode with anger?

Yeah, me too.

It just so happens that I, Princess Amelia Armstrong, heiress to the Armstrong throne, was being forced to take my mother's place as Queen in the near future.

Even though I don't want it, I have no one to abdicate it to since all my relatives were murdered unexpectedly, of course.

Originally my twin brother Kayden was supposed to become King since he was the first born by like 3 seconds, but my family's luck doesn't work that way.

He was assassinated alongside my father during his crowning ceremony.

I'm not very butthurt by it if you couldn't tell.

Kayden was an asshole anyway and my dad didn't give two shits about me since I wasn't the twin he wanted.

King Armstong prayed for two twin boys because like every female in the family tree, they only popped out things with dicks.

So you could imagine the look of disgust on his face when the second born had a vagina.

"Was there something you wanted?"

Queen Helena stood up proudly with her head held high and brushed her tight curly brown hair behind her small ears.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, there was." She answered, holding up her pointer finger.

"Let's discuss some rather pressing matters in my office."

I nodded slowly, looking around in confusion before exiting the living room and heading down the main hallway to her double doored office.

As I sat in the chair opposite of her computer, my eyes roamed the dark wooden desk filled with new family photos.

Oh Helena, always trying to paint a picture that was never developed.

Mother strived for that perfect royal family you would see on magazine covers making you wish you had what we did.

The only problem for her was that didn't exist in this weeping palace.

Our family tree was filled with toxic relationships.

Every marriage was arranged, and every firstborn got the throne.

Didn't matter if you wanted that free teenage life, you had no other option.

That is, up until people started dying out of nowhere.

One by one, starting from the top of the tree people were getting murdered.

Correction... assassinated.

Mother walked into the office with a loud sigh, rolling up the sleeves of her white blouse.

As she reached the desk, she placed both her hands on the edge and slowly lowered herself into the big chair.

I bit the insides of my cheeks and watched my crossed leg bob up and down.

"So, what's this pressing matter?" I asked in annoyance.

Helena scooted her chair forward and then folded her hands on the desk, staring at me.

I raised both my brows and jutted my head forward waiting for the woman to speak.

Mother blinked slowly before typing aggressively on her keyboard, then turned the desktop so I could look at the screen.

PRINCESS AMELIA ARMSTRONG, SPOTTED POLE DANCING AT NIGHTCLUB!