Julia was watching the news as well, equally surprised. Jas, who had co downstairs to have breakfast with his mother, heard her.
"Jas, Caryn is a princess."
Jas humd and said, "Have breakfast first."
"How do you expect to eat when such shocking news has co out?" Julia countered. "Co here. Look, the reporters have surrounded Natalie."
Jas went to sit next to his mother and watched as reporters questioned Natalie. His gaze remained fixed on her, observing the way she spoke to the reporters.
"I almost thought it was Caryn talking in her usual arrogant way to others," Julia comnted. "Don’t you think so?"
Jas humd again, only to hear Julia say, "If you had your own child, they would turn out the sa—arrogant and prideful."
"Aren’t you already seeing one?" Jas remarked, his gaze admiring his daughter.
Puzzled, Julia looked at him as if she had heard sothing wrong. "What do you an?"
"Isn’t she like already—overly arrogant and prideful?" Jas said.
Julia’s eyes widened in shock. "You... You know she is your daughter?"
He humd and looked at his mother. "If you want to bring both of them ho soon, you shouldn’t skip your als and dicine."
Julia was overjoyed to hear this. "What are you talking about? From now on, I’ll double my al portions." She stood up. "Let’s talk over breakfast. By the ti we’re done, Natalie will have reached ho, and I’ll call her personally to congratulate her."
As she sat in her chair, Julia wondered, I’m not sure Jas will accept it so easily if he finds out his daughter and his adopted son are together.
Both mother and son had a peaceful breakfast, discussing how to bring Caryn and Natalie back into their lives.
----
At the Browns
"Ivan, that damn Natalie is a princess!" Irene shouted as she ca downstairs after reading the most trending news on her phone.
The other Browns were already sitting in front of the TV, watching the news, disbelief written all over their faces.
The footage from the event played on the screen, showing Natalie—looking like the most gorgeous woman in the world—walking down the aisle as the Queen declared her to be her granddaughter.
All the news channels were flooded with the sa story, ntioning Natalie and Caryn again and again.
"There must be so mistake," Alia spat. "That slut Caryn, who knew nothing but how to seduce n in the past, can’t be a princess. She’s back from the dead and must be planning sothing again."
"Alia, the Queen wouldn’t just accept anyone. They must have all the proof and even conducted tests. Do you think anyone can fool the royal family?" Ivan’s father said.
She glared at her husband. "Of course, you’d take her side. You were her admirer as well. Now that she knows she’s a princess, do you want to go back to her?"
The man sighed. "Alia, you never change." He then turned to Ivan. "You were with Natalie all these years. You had no idea?"
Ivan sighed helplessly. "I didn’t know at all."
"If he had known, would he have dumped her?" Irene scoffed. "What a bumr. Though I don’t like her, I would have accepted her for Ivan—at least we’d be in-laws with the royals."
Their parents didn’t refute that claim, while Ivan muttered, "Don’t talk nonsense."
"Don’t tell you’re not regretting dumping her," Irene pressed.
"I do," Ivan admitted, "but I regretted it even before this news."
"Then why don’t you try getting her back? I’m sure you’re far better than her gigolo husband."
Irene’s words reminded him of the insult he had suffered when he went to Natalie’s office and then again at the palace. He frowned. "It’s not possible." He stood up and left.
"Mom, I’m sure he still wants her back," Irene said. "How about we go to Natalie, apologize to her, and tell her how much my brother still misses her? Maybe she’ll lt and return."
"Only because she’s a princess now and of great value do I agree to this," Alia said. "Otherwise, I’d still hate her for that incident she frad in."
"I’ll arrange for both of us to et her," Irene said with happy a grin.
----
Natalie finally reached ho. As she slumped onto the sofa, she mumbled, "Seems like after this, I can just forget about peace entirely."
Before she could even settle in, her cellphone rang—it was a call from Julia. Julia congratulated her, and they talked for a while. Just as she hung up, her two friends entered the house.
"Your Highness, I hope we’re not disturbing you," both of them teased before practically jumping onto Natalie. "Not that we care even if we are!"
Natalie smiled as she was nearly squeezed by their tight hugs.
"Tell us, how did it all happen?" Mia asked eagerly.
Natalie explained briefly, not going into too much detail.
"But first, tell —what was your husband’s reaction when he found out you’re actually a princess and no less than him?" Cathy asked.
"He was happy for ," Natalie replied casually, but then thought, Even if I’m a princess, that filthy rich man is still bigger than .
As they continued talking, a news notification popped up on their phones.
"What the hell?" Mia exclaid.
"Now who’s jealous as in on fire spreading this nonsense about Natalie?" Cathy spat.
It was an article about Natalie.
The Newly Found Princess of Belvorn Has a Gigolo for a Husband.
The news heavily criticized her, questioning whether her choices were befitting of a princess.
Natalie sat quietly, smirking. Charlotte, finally showing her fangs?
"Natalie, how about we expose your husband is Justin Harper? It would be a great slap to these people’s faces," Cathy proposed.
"No need. I’ll handle it another way," Natalie assured. "Now forget about it and tell how the new perfu launch is going."
"We ca here to celebrate, and you’re jumping straight to work. Not done, Princess," Cathy scolded.
"We’ll celebrate in the evening. Right now, it’s ti to work."
Unwillingly, the two friends agreed.
So ti later, another news notification popped up.
Once again, shocked voices erupted from her friends.
"What the heck? What’s going on today?" Cathy exclaid.
Still stunned, Mia handed her phone to Natalie. "Girl, look at this."
Natalie read the news, raising a brow in surprise.
The official site of NextEra Corp. had just released a statent from their CEO. It was short and simple:
"Yes, I am a gigolo—but only for my wife, Natalie."
— Aiden Handrix,CEO of NextEra Corp.
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