Page 7 of Three Corporate Kings and a Hands-Off Bride

“Yes, you, my dear, you will marry a king. Not a prince, but a king. Mark my words. I see it in your future. You will be happy. A king. You will marry a king.”

A king? Really?

Well that was fun while it lasted, but she was back to being a lawyer now.

“Mom.”

“Alicia.”

Both Alicia and the woman glanced up to their respective names being called. A pretty girl wearing some type of fast-food apron addressed the woman, and Holly, frazzled and worried, addressed Alicia.

“I told you not to wander off,” the girl said to the fortune teller who also saved Alicia’s life.

“Jesus. We need to get you to a doctor right now,” Holly said at the same time as the girl spoke, although Holly’s attention was solely on Alicia’s forehead even while she gathered Alicia’s purse and the bag containing her precious tea-set.

Suddenly feeling woozy, Alicia had no idea how she got into the car with Holly.

“I’m going to marry a king,” she heard herself murmuring, while Holly forced her to stay awake. “I don’t even know a king. I know zero royalty,” she said, sitting up straighter in the seat of her friend’s car. “Do you know anyone who’s even remotely royal?”

“You’re not making no sense, babe. Just hang on until a doctor can check you out, okay?”

She blew out a breath when thinking too hard made her head ache. True to her word, Holly had a doctor check her out and was only satisfied when he told her she was fine, except for a mild concussion, which was nothing anyway in Alicia’s books.

Thankfully, her car hadn’t been towed, but she was now saddled with a huge fine. Holly also had to get her boyfriend involved to bring Alicia’s car back from the parking space in which she’d left it.

And all she had to show for her near death experience and wonky fortune telling session? A bump the size of a planet right in the center of her forehead and no damn kingly husband.

When she walked through the door of their penthouse, she was exhausted, took off all her clothes, slipped into an old soft t-shirt, went straight to bed and crashed. But her dreams were haunted by the silver-haired woman.

What did she mean?

A king. What an odd thing to say to someone, anyway. Ordinary people didn’t marry kings, which just made what she say more unbelievable, which made her fortune telling a blatant hoax and that meant she wasn’t going to be very successful at the gig.

Even if she lied, and said you’re going to marry a tall, dark, handsome man, a kingly man, she’d have more of a success rate than telling Alicia she was going to marry a king, as in a real king. And for two hundred bucks, she could have at least tried to make her prediction a little more accessible.

Sigh.

A king.

Right. She was going to open her laptop and check her status, then go and be a lawyer, forget her mom’s letter, and leave all this woo-woo scrapbooking manifestation fortune telling business behind. She couldn’t avoid her reality anymore.

“A king,” she scoffed one last time as she sat up in the bed, reached for her laptop caught sight of herself in her mirror, and gave herself a proper scare. She looked like a cyclops who had gotten into a bar fight with a chair. Okay, it wasn’t that bad, and it didn’t hurt as much now, thank goodness.

She flipped open her laptop, then shut it immediately.

How could she be so stupid? The answer had been staring her in the face the whole freaking time.

She knew exactly who she was meant to marry.

Chapter Six

Alicia flung the covers off her legs and jumped out of the bed. First, she had to check to see if her tea set had broken when she smashed her head on the glass door. Holly had brought it up to her room for her and Alicia now unboxed it. She cried in relief to find that not a single chip marred any of the cups and saucers. Okay. That was all she needed.

A ball of energy now that she cracked the code of her future, she whizzed out her bedroom, oblivious to time and went in search of them.

The three men her dad had entrusted her to until she turned twenty-two and came into a fortune… in terms of money, but not happiness.

It was already evening, and the sun had long since set. She looked in their bedrooms, then the kitchen, only to find Alfred supervising an array of staff, the counter tops lined with canapés, and mini desserts and the smell of the food so intoxicating that her stomach growled.

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