THE FORGOTTEN PRINCE

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER TWO

Adrias’s POV

There were days that made you know your life was about to change irrevocably, and that day was one of them. Bright ginger brown hair, green eyes, and a soft pouty mouth, familiar features.

I drove my car at top speed swerving along the road water splashing, in my side mirror I saw someone shouting, I drove back intrigued getting out of the car, and coming to stand in front of her, she's petite, with bright hair, and soft green eyes that glared at me as if ready to kill me.

Dishana. Was the first name that came to mine but I shrugged that off. It was impossible.

"Are you blind?" she asked irritatedly and I huffed.

"I should be asking you the same thing" looking her dead in the eye, she blinked rapidly as I'd she was surprised at my retort

" No, you should be apologizing you asshole" she hissed and I laughed. She gritted her teeth as if annoyed.

"Do you try this with others and it works? " I ask,

“Is this your way of getting money out of me" I try, it's not impossible, I was Damien Sullivan,my name and influence preceded me, they were women who'd kill to be seen on my arms, and many more who'd try to con a quick buck out of me.

Thwack!

She slapped me hard, and the sound of the slap was loud, I saw people pause to stare, others walked away rapidly as if to escape the scene. I worked my jaw, clenching my teeth in annoyance. I didn't like public scenes, and I didn't plan to entertain some woman doing this to me,she was lucky that no one recognized me. I looked at her dress it was a blue dress made of cheap cotton, that stretched over her frame alluringly over her breast and hips, now stained with brown slushy water, pulling

I reached into my pocket, pulled out my wallet and took some bills from it, grabbing her hand. I stuffed the bills into her open palm, she looked bewildered but I didn't care.

"Get a new dress" I ordered and turned around walking away from her and back into my car.

"Hey get back here and apologize" I can hear her call out harshly but I ignore her shutting the door with a loud bang and driving away. All through the drive, I thought of her and the guts she had, but as soon as I parked at the family lot I tried to shut out the daring redhead from my mind.

"We're hiring, we've placed out ads and we're getting applications," Maria says, as she hands me the iPad. She was the head of the housing department, and she took care of hiring workers and how they were taught and trained.

In the three years she'd worked for me I had seen her only at her very best despite the situation. I took the pad and scrolled through the applications. I needed someone who paid attention to details,and who was ready to take care of my daughter. Isabelle was a handful, even as silent as she was, and while I had hired caregivers for her, most of them just liked to say they had taken care of a princess or tried for a chance with me. I scrolled through the application when a blurry figure crashed into me.

"Where did you get this papa," she asked and I smiled looking down at what she held. It was a small doll, nothing special but Isabelle loved it. She held it up to me along with a dress in a soft blue. I looked at Maria.

"I was going to mention it, one of the applicants made it " she replies, I nod as she shows me the gown, it's just as pretty as the picture. The fabric is not very high quality but the stitches are perfect, I look back to the pad swiping at the screen to find the dressmaker and paused stunned when I see a familiar face with burning eyes and bright brown hair staring back at me, the woman from two days ago, my lip curls in annoyance I scroll past her looking at the other entries, I'm ready to approve the people for interviews but my eye catches Isabelle playing with her doll intently, I frowned, then turned to Marie and rattled out the people I liked and stormed away, tossing the useless pad into my desk my secretary came in handing me a cup of coffee and picking the pad.

"Is there anything you need, your highness?" she asked and I shrugged.

"No, just let finance know to bring me the weekly spreadsheet," I said softly.

Although my parents were against it I still ran many of my businesses out of the palace preview and she nodded leaving me to my musing. My thoughts went back to that woman and the strange twist of fate. I didn't need to hire her, although my mother was there I had a greater percentage in decision- making but for some reason, she intrigued me so I pick up my phone.

" Marie, can you check applicant ten for me?" I ask and she hums.

"Ana Bridge, she's twenty-five and lives downtown in Bradbury sir" she replies and I nod in acknowledgement.

" Thank you" I cut the call and then made another one.

"Hey Tomas, I need you to check on Ana Bridge for me, I want to know everything about her," I asked.

"I'll get back to you in three days," he said.

"Make it two, I'll compensate you heavily" I muttered and Tomas huffed.

"I know you will, it's why I let you cut in line every time asshole" I laughed, it was true, Tomas was very much a close friend so we understood each other, and he knew my eccentricities.

" And I thank you with copious amounts of money," I replied.

"Get out of my phone" he scoffed, and I dropped the call, let's see what he could get me before the interview.

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"You need to get married" I sighed as I pulled off my tie. I was exhausted. Ana Bridgewas an intriguing woman that's for sure. She had walked into the interview confident, only faltering briefly when she'd recognized me. She was twenty five with a sick grandmother and a brother that was likely to face jail time. She was a sweet disaster waiting to happen.

"Adrias.” My mother hissed, she had not made it to the meeting and I was thankful.

"Mom, I'm not sure how you expect me to accomplish that tonight," I say, taking off my jacket.

"Well neither am I but I need grandkids " she muttered sitting next to me.

"You already have one" I mumbled and she sighed.

"We need to secure succession. Just Isabelle won't cut it" she muttered. I knew what she meant a mute princess couldn't ascend the throne. I didn't say a word.

" You need to forget that girl," she spat.

"She wasn't good for you" she replies and I huff ignoring her. I didn't like the mention of Dishana , it's something my mother knew, something she ignored and used against me constantly.

"I'll see what I can do," I whispered and she smiled.

"Good night love, remember grand babies" I laugh as she strolls away, my phone pings and I open it, Tomas had done his best.

“You owe me.” His text reads and I smile, I open the file looking at the information garnered on Ana Bridge's life. Young, pretty with a list of money problems. My mother's words floated to me and I smiled. Grand babies may not be in the question but marriage, marriage will work just nicely and I'd found just the woman for it.