Category: TWISTED GAME by ANA HUANG BOOK 2

“STEFFAN.” MY HEART THUMPED WITH PANIC, EVEN THOUGH I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Not at that second, anyway. “I didn’t know you were back in town.” “I—uh, yes,” he stuttered, looking uncharacteristically flustered. “It was a last-minute decision. I wasn’t supposed to be back until next week, but I had an emergency in the city and I needed to get back straight away. I was going to call you tomorrow […]

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I WAS ADDICTED. Me, the man who’d avoided most addictive substances all his life—drugs, smoking, alcohol, even sugar, to an extent— had found the one thing I couldn’t resist. Strength, resilience, and light, wrapped up in five feet nine inches of creamy skin and cool composure that hid a heart of fire underneath. But fuck, if she was an addiction, I never wanted to be cured. “Are you going to […]

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AFTER OUR NIGHT IN THE GAZEBO, RHYS AND I DIDN’T GET any more time alone during the tour. But when we returned to Athenberg a few days later, we managed to sneak in trysts despite my packed schedule. The guesthouse at midnight, after everyone had gone to sleep. The supply closet on the third floor of the staff quarters during lunch hour. My favorite rooftop above the kitchen. No place […]

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I’D TRIED TO RESIST. I REALLY HAD. Perhaps I would’ve succeeded had Bridget been beautiful and nothing else. Beauty, on its own, meant nothing to me. My mother had been beautiful, until she wasn’t—and I don’t mean physically. But that was the problem. Bridget wasn’t beautiful and nothing else. She was everything. Warmth, strength, compassion, humor. I saw it in the way she laughed, in her empathy as she listened […]

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TWO WEEKS AFTER MY DATE WITH STEFFAN, I LEFT FOR MY goodwill tour with Mikaela, Rhys, another bodyguard named Elliott, the palace photographer Alfred, Alfred’s assistant Luna, and Henrik, a reporter from the Eldorra Herald. Everyone loved my idea, including my grandfather, and the palace had worked around the clock to put together the perfect itinerary on short notice. We hit all the country’s most important regions, including the manufacturing […]

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MY GRANDFATHER WANTED TO KNOW HOW MY DATE WITH Steffan went. That was right. The reason the king summoned me to his office immediately after I returned to the palace was so I could give him a detailed breakdown of my first date with the future Duke of Holstein—and potential future Prince Consort. He did also apologize for not including me in the “emergency” tax reform meeting, which Erhall called […]

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SOMEONE ONCE SAID HELL WAS OTHER PEOPLE. They were right. Specifically, hell was watching other people swan around an ice rink, drinking hot chocolate and making googly eyes at each other like they were in the middle of a goddamn Hallmark movie. It wasn’t even Christmas season, for fuck’s sake. It was worse. It was Valentine’s Day. A muscle flexed in my jaw as Bridget’s laughter floated over, joined by […]

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“MIGHT I SAY, YOU LOOK ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL TONIGHT, Your Highness,” Edwin, the Count of Falser, said as he guided me across the dance floor. “Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself.” With his sandy-colored hair and athletic build, Edwin wasn’t hard on the eyes, but I couldn’t summon much enthusiasm beyond my bland compliment. After weeks of frenzied planning, the night of my big ball was finally here, and I […]

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