Chapter 2



Stepping out of the limo a block away from the Penthouse she breathed a fortifying breath. How she ever let herself believe that she could have a life outside of the Palace walls she had once called home she never knew. How she had let herself believe that she wouldn't be found by them was even further from reality.

But she had, and now. . . now she was stuck between two worlds.

Between the worlds that Carly Roberts and Princess Caroline Winslow lived in.

Between the world of her biological mother and that of her biological father, and all because Frank Benson had found out the truth when she was barely a year old and went about trying to blackmail her father. All because the King of San Cristobal had been egotistical enough to demand her return. . . to save face. To keep the integrity of the monarchy.

All she knew to be true because she had heard him fighting with Frank Benson when she was 13.

Funny that had been her escape when she was old enough to want to run.
To get away from the responsibilities shoved down her throat.
From the demands set forth for her.
From the men who she could never feel anything for.
From the paparazzi.
From her brother's wife. . .

Shaking her head she walked into the building and stepped onto the elevator, as the thought that in getting away from those things she had warped herself into someone she didn't know anymore. How she turned so far from the 'lady' she was raised to be into. . . well, into the furthest thing from.

She was schooled in international relations.
In business dealings.
In various languages.
But all as Caroline Winslow.

Carly Roberts was barely out of High School. She was a nobody. Someone who was barely making it. A perfect anti-Caroline.

She had thrown herself into relationship with men who were nothing to her. Who she wanted to make into someone else. Who she wanted to love her for herself. . .

But how could they when she hadn't been herself?
When she turned herself into who they wanted her to be.

And now she didn't know how to face her brothers. Because the woman she was now was far from one they would understand or even recognize.

Tramp--- slut--- not quite, but close enough to gain their distrust.
Their dislike.
To get them to despise her. . .

Fighting back tears, she shook her head and walked into the Penthouse, her mind spinning at how to explain things to Sonny. Wondering just how the hell she was going to tell him that she was actually a Princess and to save the monarchy of her home country she had to go back, but what she saw when she walked in sent all thoughts of that from her mind. . .