Page 1 of King of My Heart

Prologue

DARWYNN

My boyfriend was an insufferable drama queen, and I only now started wondering how I managed to deal with his crap for the past eight months. Well, it has been more than eight months, but before that, we weren’t in an actual relationship.

Julian had been a one-night-stand.

Then he turned into an occasional fuck.However that fucking happened.

And later on, I allowed him to spend my free time with me.

Ultimately, I let him call me his girlfriend, and we’ve been together ever since.

And while Julian was—mostly—a good guy, I just knew that I wanted to end it.

Sooner rather than later.

I watched him sit back on the couch as he muttered curses, crossing his arms over his chest as he shook his head. “What an arrogant fucking asshole,” he spat. “How rude was he toward that poor woman? She was just doing her job.”

I frowned at him. “Her job was to ask questions, not insult him on live TV,” I argued, pointing at the paused television infront of us. “She’s crossed the line. I would’ve reacted the same way.”

“Of course, you would’ve. You don’t see the bigger picture, and you don’t have your emotions under control.”

Raising a brow, I wondered if Julian had gone mad or if I had just skillfully ignored how cruel his words had been in the past. I often blocked him out. Most times, whatever Julian said was not of major importance. He did whine a lot.

I let the comment about my emotions slip. “Are you serious? What bigger picture? Your father has just been insulted on live television in front of millions of people.”

Julian looked at me with emotionless eyes.

It looked like he had no emotions at all.

“Since when do you care about him?”

“I don’t.”

Admittedly, I didn’t care much about anyone other than me the past couple of months. But that didn’t mean I was a heartless bitch who wouldn’t stand up for the people who were being wronged. “But he’s your father, and all he has done is explain himself because he wanted to be honest about everything that happened. The whole world has been lying about him, and you’re now sitting here, stabbing him in the back because, what, you’re still mad at him for not coming to that one Christmas dinner five years ago?”

He snorted and shook his head, muttering something under his breath.

“What was that?” I asked, tilting my head to the side to say I didn’t hear her.

“I said, my father is a selfish prick.”

“Uh-huh, you’ve been the perfect son, right?”

I crossed my arms, challenging him.

At first, I had no idea who Julian’s father was. Famous Hollywood legend, Caspian King. But after one month ofknowing each other, Julian started to tell me about him. About his broken relationship with father, and how insanely rude that man was.

Those were all Julian’s words, and, of course, as his son, he had to be right.

But he wasn’t.

Julian had personal issues with Caspian. Apparently, he wasn’t a very present father, and never really cared about Julian, but I always knew there was a bigger picture to it all.

Only thing was, I never really cared to ask what the real reasons for his hatred toward his father was.

Caspian King was an actor, living a life far away from where I grew up. Sure, I’ve heard of him, saw a couple of movies, but other than that, I didn’t care.

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