CHAPTER 801. PRINCESS BY DAY. Clear Things UpShe was trembling like a maple leaf in the middle of autumn, ready to fall—but it had nothing to do with fear. It was rage. Helplessness.Her body vibrated against his, her mouth welcomed him, and that ninety percent of her that just wanted to knee him in the balls for daring to use her was completely numb, stunned, useless.After five years of separation, all that seemed to remain was the part of her that simply gave in to him—the part that had been dormant, hibernating, waiting for him.And if maturity and reason dictated that she should pull away from his arms, lift her chin like the strong, confident woman she had always been, and politely tell him he had no right to kiss her like that and that she wasn’t going to allow it…Well…The most immature part of her tangled her hands behind his neck, her fingers slipping into the hair at his nape, and her lips parted for him, soft and eager… until the rest of her body moved for him as well—sp

CHAPTER 803. PRINCESS BY DAY. Do You Want Me to Say It?Cameron looked more than uncomfortable, but Dandara’s piercing gaze—an interrogation in itself—left no room for justifications or evasions.“Cameron, you have to tell me the truth!”“What if I’m wrong?! And if I am, I’d be making some pretty damn serious accusations, don’t you get that?!” he shot back, frustration written all over his face, only silenced by a clap of thunder rumbling above them.Dandara looked up just as the first raindrop hit her cheek, and the rest followed with such force that, a second later, they could barely see where they were running. Cameron wasn’t even sure if he was pulling her or pushing her toward the half-ruined building ahead.The storm broke out with far more intensity than they had expected, and Dandara flinched when a deafening thunderclap crashed dangerously close. Cameron let out a frustrated grunt as he slammed his shoulder against the nearest door and shoved it open.“Come on, get in!” he or

CHAPTER 805. PRINCESS BY DAY. A Good PersonCameron wished the earth would swallow him whole. He wanted someone—anyone—to put a damn time machine in front of him so he could go back and knock some sense into himself all the way back. He hadn’t lied—he had always believed that Dandara was capable of overcoming anything. And God knew that those five years had cost him too much nostalgia and longing, but it was obvious now that he had terribly underestimated the feelings Dandara had had for him. Cameron couldn't help but think that maybe that was what Leon Rothschild represented after all—a man who could never hurt her. Neither of them said another word as they drove back to the office. She gathered her things in absolute silence before heading home because, drenched as she was, she was bound to get sick. So she left. She did the healthiest thing she could and walked away, while behind her, Cameron struggled not to be consumed by the crushing remorse he felt in that moment. He paced

CHAPTER 807. PRINCESS BY DAY. The Space NeededPerhaps the strangest thing of all was that no one needed to give an order, not even John, because everyone around him—including his daughter—knew exactly what had to be done.Five minutes later, two SUVs pulled out of the mansion, gradually joined by others until they formed a long and dangerous convoy. Dandara felt her heart pounding too fast, as if suddenly every part of her was preparing to fight, to react. She was completely focused on the road and, of course, had not allowed anyone to ride with her in her car.By the time they reached the hotel, John pushed his way through the crowd, flashing a government ID that no one dared to question, and went straight to the security office, demanding to see the footage from the cameras outside Cameron Lake’s hotel room.After that, it only took Billy a few minutes to make his move, but Dandara felt the air growing unbearably heavy around her as those videos played over and over again, minute b

CHAPTER 809. PRINCESS BY DAY. A Woman You Can’t Negotiate WithAnd it was nothing but an illusion because there was no way Dandara Hopkins was going to accept any answer other than the one she expected. The man in front of her looked at the photos again and let out a grunt—half irritation, half reluctant agreement.“They’re in the basement, along with two others, taking inventory of the weapons.”“Perfect. Call them,” Dandara ordered. The man walked slowly to one of the doors on the ground floor, opened it, and leaned inside.“Frede, Timeo, get up here!” he shouted. The two men emerged, oblivious to what was happening upstairs—the basement was clearly soundproofed enough to keep them unaware.But the moment they poked their heads out, they were thrown to the ground, and within seconds, a pair of long-barreled guns were pressed against the backs of their necks.“Now. Do you prefer I do it here, or can I take them with me?” Dandara asked the boss. He simply shrugged.“Take them. These t