Loved By The Twin Princes

Allow what you want to do the most motivate you

/Kiara’s POV/

I left the Asian world for the bus top and I sat there for so long feeling lost and confused as buses came to pick up passengers and left, while I just sat there helplessly with tears trickling down my face.

"Hey there, are you okay?" a lady in her mid-fifties Inquired.

"Of course," I smile sadly.

"If you want to get on this bus, I will advice you to do that because it is the very last bus," she advises.

"Thanks" I reply with a polite smile before gathering the energy left in me to get into the bus.

I get on the bus without bothering to wipe the tears on my face because normally, I have not always been the type to pay extra attention to my looks and even if I wanted to, that is the last thing on my mind right now.

"I am sure that it's a boy that broke her heart and is making her hurt this much like this.....poor girl," I hear the woman that just walked past me remark as soon as she takes her seat behind me.

"A boy?” I scoff.

"If it were to be a boy, it would have been much better because he is not related to me in any way, but my mother just betrayed the trust I had in our relationship,” I croak as I bury my head in my palm because my eyes are starting to get teary again.

I don't know why I am so surprised about this whole situation when it is something she always does.

my mother is always wanting to have her way with me by forcing her decisions on me which is not supposed to be the case at all.

The fact that her parents raised her that way doesn't mean that she compulsorily has to raise me the same way right?

when my father was still alive, it wasn't this bad at all because he always listened to me and allowed me to do whatever it is I wanted, and even if my decision eventually boomeranged on me, he was there to advise me, even if it was just a phone conversation, at least he listened to me.

I sit in the bus feeling so miserable till the bus gets to the last bus stop which is my destination, so I alight from the bus with the other passengers before I start my walk down to my dormitory which is a walkable distance of about five minutes.

Before I knew it, I was in front of the private dormitory where I say and I walk past the receptionist to my block.

On my way to my room, I check for my key hoping and silently praying that I didn't forget it in the office or at the restaurant, but

when I don't find it, I change my focus to hoping that Maddie will be at home instead of out partying as usual.

I get to my room and knocked on the door but no one answered, and after knocking for a while, I decided to give up and sit down in front of the door till Maddie comes back, then I hear the door opening and Maddie comes out facing me with her sleep mask over her head.

oops…..looks like she was sleeping.

"I can believe that you ditched me and ran a..." Maddie's statements get cut off as soon as she sees the gloomy look on my face and her brown eyes immediately soften, reverting to the soft ones I am used to.

"Hey, babe......are you okay?” Maddie asks with concern lacing her voice as she leads me into our room and pulls a chair out of our twin desks for me to sit.

"Tell me everything that happened from the time you decided to ditch me, to how you ran into a cab just to avoid a conversation with me "Maddie speaks with all seriousness after she placed the other chair in front of me and took her seat.

"Otherwise I am going to force it out of you" Maddie adds

"It's my mom and stepfather" I start recalling everything that transpired.

I passed her the princess selection file for her to see for herself because I don't have the strength to explain everything right now.

"Wow......you are also participating!” she gasps in admiration.

“That's great news," Maddie chirps with a smile, not knowing that the file in her hands is the sole cause of my misery and I have this 'are you kidding me' look on my face

"Sorry...I got carried away for a while," she apologizes after seeing the look on my face.

"Why don't you want to attend the selection ceremony?” she inquires.

"Why will I want to imprison myself for life by participating in something that could make me a member of the royal family?" I groaned in response.

"It sounds scary when you put it like that,” Maddie retorts, rolling her eyes.

"Because it's scary," I answer her with all seriousness and Maddie's forehead creases in confusion.

"Most people see members of the royal family as high and mighty, but in reality, they are bound with duties and can't be free to do what they want to do or act how they want to without the eyes of the general public following them around to criticize them, so why will I want to put myself up for such torture?" I question Maddie.

"Kiki the analyzer,”

“Kiki has never been up close with any member of the royal family but knows how they behave and the kind of life they are forced to live, " Maddie gaps dramatically.

"It's common sense, more so I have seen a lot of practical demonstrations in movies," I answer defensively.

"So that is why you have been crying?" she teases.

"I wasn't crying because I was asked to participate in the selection ceremony but because my mom decided to support my stepfather in this and even threatened to disown me if I try to disobey them,” I express.

“Doesn't that buttress the fact that I am worth noting in my mother's eyes?" I question Maddie as tears start to well up in my eyes again and Maddie pulls me into her arms.

"I hate that I cry when I am frustrated, it makes me feel so weak and overly dramatic, like five-year-old throwing tantrums," I say, sniffing in the comfort of Maddie's arms

"Even if you feel like a five-year-old throwing tantrum, your tantrum is valid and it doesn't make you come off as pathetic or attention-seeking," Maddie consoles.

"So tell me why is it that I am the only one seeing things from my perspective?”

“Why do they have to force me into participating in a selection that will lead to an arranged marriage?" I ask releasing myself from Maddie's embrace and wiping my tears.

"I don't think I can give you the answer that you are eager to hear right now, but allow me to ask you this question, what do you want to do the most in life?" Maddie asks leaving me confused and at the same time trying to relate what her question has got to do with the issue at hand.

"Being independent?" I answer her in an inquiry tone after seeing her raising her eyebrows at me in an "I am still waiting for an answer" way.

"Not just being independent, what you want to do so badly," she asks again and this time around I gave her a proper answer.

"I want to save up enough money to leave Pearl Coast for myrtle circle because I want to explore other places instead of being tied down to the scrutiny of my mom's eagle eyes," I answer Maddy sincerely and she has a really satisfied look on her face.

"That is the kind of answer I was expecting to hear from you," she answers.

"Do know what you will do for me now?" she asked and it was my turn to crease my forehead in confusion.

"What?"I answer her, still trying to figure out where all this is going.

"Allow what you want to do the most to motivate you," she chants with determination.

"Are you supporting my parents by asking me to join the selection process?" I scoff in disbelief.

"I am not supporting your parents at all, instead I am asking you to do it for yourself and target being in the top five for the cash price except you have another option," Maddie explains.

"I could just disobey her........I know my mom won't disown me, she can't do that to me," I declare,trying to convince myself.

"If it the same mother of yours that I am well aquatinted with that you are talking about, then my candid advice to you will be to tell you not to defy her orders," Maddie instructs.

"It's no news that your mom is a disciplinarian to the core, and to the best of my abilities I know that if she tells you that she will do it, then she is not bluffing" Maddie reminds me, and her words send a chill down my spine because even though I was not ready to admit it, she just told me the bitter truth.

"Are you trying to scare me?” I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"All I am just trying to say is that your Myrtle circle dream will only become a reality If you back it up with actions,” Maddie advises.

"I don't think I can go through with this alone, I have not done this kind of stuff before I don't think I can do this without messing things up,” I refused to think about her option.

“I am just not cut out for things like this, if it were to be you in my place it won't be a problem for you at all,” I say, wallowing in self-pity.

"About that, I have something to show you," Maddie says, standing up to reach out to something on her side of the desk while I wait patiently to see what she has to show me.

"Check this out," she says, handing over a file to me.

The file that Maddie just handed over to me was the same one my stepfather gave to me at the restaurant, it just that this time around instead of my name, Madelyn Collins contestant 18 is staring right back at me.

"You gotta be kidding me,” I say shaking my head in disbelief.

"I applied for the selection process because I wanted to, the reason I didn't tell you earlier was because I wanted to surprise you with the news after getting accepted......that was why I asked you out this evening to celebrate with you,” Maddie explains.

"I am sorry I bailed out on you it was because my mom called me for an impromptu family thing," I apologise.

"Just thank your stars that you came in looking homeless otherwise I would have given you a piece of my mind," Maddie utters in a smug tone.

"It is not too late for you to do that," I groan in response, and she swats the back of my head with her palm which results in both of us bursting out laughing out loud.

"So what are you going to do now," Maddie inquires after we stop laughing.

"I think I need to go out for a walk to think things through........you never can tell, I may see things from another point of view with a clearer mind," I answer her.

"Take your key with you when you are going because once you are gone, I am going straight to the comfort of my cozy bed after you disrupted beauty sleep with your knocking instead of using your key,” Maddie remarks rolling her eyes.

"I misplaced my key,” I say, giving her a puppy-eye expression.

"Cut it out, there is no way I will stand up from my bed to open the door for you when you come back, so if you know what is good for you, pick up my key and lock the door behind you," Maddie said in a bossy tone.

"Aye, aye captain, "I say, saluting her dramatically and she rolls her eye again before hopping onto her standard-length bed while I pick up my wallet and make my way out of the room.

I step out for a walk, dropping by the nearest stall for yogurt, perks of living in an area dominated majorly by students, stalls close very late at night.

This time around, I am able to think clearly without feeling miserable which is good for me.

I don't know how long I was out because I didn't go out with my phone but I feel really good after going out, and on getting to the room, Maddie was fast asleep with her sleep mask plastered on her face.

I let down my bronzed brown coils, showe, and manage to braid my hair into two, to keep them from getting all over the place and looking like a bird's nest by the time I wake up the next morning before collapsing on the bed.