A night with billionaire prince

A price of purity

The golden morning sun poured through the towering glass windows of The Ivy Royale, casting a gentle glow over velvet chairs and crystal chandeliers. Everything in the restaurant whispered money—silent, dangerous wealth. The kind of wealth that came with centuries of power, of secrets buried behind mansions and marriages.

At exactly 8:45 a.m., Prince William Anthony sat alone at the farthest end of the VIP section. He was dressed in an impeccably tailored navy suit that clung to him like a second skin, a matching hat perched neatly on his head. His presence commanded attention, even when he barely moved. With his leg crossed, a crystal glass of scotch untouched on the table, he read the medical report in his hands—his face unreadable.

Across from him sat Ellas Kingston, nervously smoothing the hem of her silk dress, trying to read his expression. Her heart thumped with anticipation. Her future was now being decided by the contents of that folder—and by a lie.

Prince William dropped the report on the table.

"This should do," he said flatly.

"Right?" Ella replied, her voice strained with forced enthusiasm.

"It's just protocol," he said, his voice calm, regal.

"I completely understand. You're royalty after all. So... since your doctors have confirmed that I am a virgin, as your family demands, when can we proceed with the engagement? The royal wedding...?"

Prince William gave her a soft, almost mysterious smile.

"Not yet. I'll have to spend the night with you first."

Ella blinked.

"A night with Mr. Williams...?" she echoed, her voice laced with disbelief.

"As tradition demands. The wife of the heir to the Royal Dynasty must be pure. My ancestors took this seriously. And I do too."

Ella’s heart dropped to her stomach. She knew she wasn’t the virgin the report claimed she was. The papers were forged. Her mother’s idea. But now the prince was demanding a night. A test she couldn’t possibly pass.

"Your Highness, I'm... saving myself for my husband. What if we spend the night together and then you change your mind about marrying me?"

"150 million," the prince said, without hesitation.

Her breath caught.

"Huh?"

"If you agree, my lawyers will draw up the contract before the day ends."

Ella was stunned. Her mouth opened to say something, but nothing came. Her mind spun. Was he testing her? Or was this the price of becoming royalty?

Before she could form a response, Prince William rose gracefully from the table.

"I have a business meeting. We’ll continue later."

With that, he turned and walked out of the restaurant, leaving Ella speechless.

Back at the Kingston estate, Ella stepped inside the vast marble foyer and made her way toward her mother’s room. Her heels clicked against the cold floors, her thoughts racing. She pushed open the double doors and found her mother, Susan Kingston, preening in front of a full-length mirror.

"You're back! How did it go? Didn’t Dr. Davis come through?" Susan asked, adjusting a diamond-studded earring.

"He did, Mom. Everything checked out fine. On paper... I'm a virgin," Ella muttered, her face pale.

Susan turned with a triumphant smile.

"Finally! For a minute I thought he was going to disappoint. I would’ve taught him a lesson he'd never forget."

But Ella didn’t respond. Her hands trembled slightly, her eyes distant.

"Darling, this royal wedding is going to be the talk of the century! Susan continued. "Oliver and that snobby family of his, they’re going to cry blood. They thought their daughter’s wedding was something? Please. We’re about to outshine them all. We can invite royalty, presidents, billionaires—"

"He wants to spend the night with me before he proposes," Ella blurted.

Susan froze. Slowly, she turned.

"Night... as in?"

Ella nodded. "As in... take my virginity."

There was a long silence.

Then Susan laughed coldly.

"Oh, sure. That man’s not well in his head."

"What am I going to do?" Ella said, pacing. "If he finds out the truth—if he learns I’m not a virgin, we’re finished. Everything’s finished."

Susan's expression darkened. Her calculating eyes narrowed.

"What will you do? You will relax. We’ve come too far, Ellas. We faked a perfect report. And now all we need is a little trick to finish this deal. When there’s a will, there’s a way. And I have a way."

Ella looked at her mother with disbelief. "Mom... we can’t trick him into sleeping with me."

Susan stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"Who said it has to be you?"

Ella’s breath hitched. She shook her head.

"No. No, no, no. You can’t be serious."

"Dead serious. Daniella. She looks exactly like you. You’ve dressed her up before for those charity galas. She has your walk, your voice. We use the same dress, the same wig, the same perfume..."

"Mom, she’s innocent. She’s just a helper. We can’t ruin her."

"Better her than you. She owes us everything—her education, her mother’s surgery. Do you think we did all that out of charity? That girl has a debt to pay."

Ella’s lips quivered. She felt sick. But she was trapped. One wrong move, and everything would unravel. The money, the status, her mother’s pride—it would all crumble.

Susan grabbed her daughter’s hands.

"Trust me. Daniella will do it. She always does what we ask."

Ella looked at her mother, at the woman who had sacrificed everything to rise from poverty to power. Her heart raced.

"Fine," she whispered. "But this is the last time."

Susan smirked, victorious.

"Of course, darling. Just one night. And then, we become royalty."

That night, the wheels of deception began to turn.

And none of them—not Ella, not Susan, not even Prince William—realized that this single night would awaken a storm that no one could control.

Because Daniella... wasn’t the girl they thought she was.

And one night with the prince would change everything.

Forever.