The President's Daughter

"Your Majesty, Lady Antella, and I will never work. Please, let me choose my bride. I have promised myself that I would only marry the woman I love, just like you and Queen Mother." The Playboy Crown Prince Alexander begged and pleaded with earnestness to his father, the King.

"You have a week to bring a fiance to meet my approval, or you will marry Lady Antella. No matter what, you must marry and conceive an heir." The King gave his order.

"But, Your Majesty...I'm still too young to get married. Besides, I don't love Lady Antella. Please, take back Your order, and let me enjoy my youth first. When I'm ready, I will bring you the most beautiful woman in the world to be the next Queen of Stonasia. I promise."

"No! I am not going to tolerate your playboy lifestyle any longer. You must marry, or I will de-crown you! You got that?!"

"But, Your Majesty... Father!!!" Crown Prince Alexander was unable to finish what he's about to say, as the King had left the hall.

He looked at his assistant, Pierre, and demanded, "You heard the King's order! Let's get to work and find me a fiancée. I do not care where she is from or who she is just, as long as we get my father to stop threatening me!"

"Now let's leave and start our search for my future bride." He walked out of the throne room and into the hallway with a sullen look on his handsome face. He was in deep thought about his dilemma. He needed to think about how and where to find a woman to wed.

"Your Highness, I have an idea. We could hire an actress to be your temporary fiancée. We can get one from abroad, so the King will not find out about this scheme." Pierre suggested as he walked out.

"Hmmm, that's not a bad idea. But where should we go?" Prince Alexander asked curiously.

"How about... The Philippines!" Pierre excitedly suggested.

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A couple of days later, Crown Prince Alexander was standing by the window inside his hotel room. Looking outside the ocean while speaking with Pierre about the actress that the agency was sending for an interview.

"Are you sure this actress is trustworthy? You know that I can't get caught. If that happens, I'll serve your head on a platter to my father." Crown Prince Alexander told his assistant, sternly.

"Yes, Your Highness, she's trustworthy. I had made sure of that when I spoke with the representative from the agency. You will be able to see it for yourself in a minute. It's almost time for her arrival," his assistant proudly informed him.

Pierre was about to say something else when he heard a knock on the door. "Speak of the devil, and I guess she has arrived."

He opened the door, "Come in. Are you here for the job?" he asked while sizing Alexa up from head to toe and back again.

"Hello! Yes, I'm here for the job. I want to discuss the terms." Alexa smiled, showing her pearly-white straight teeth.

"Well! What are you waiting for? Come in so that I can see you properly." A voice from deep inside the room spoke loudly enough for Alexa to hear.

Alexa complied and walked into the room. When she saw Alexander, she was flabbergasted and her mouth fell agape in shock.

The man in front of her was too good-looking to be real. Any woman he met would drop their underwear in a heartbeat, and Alexa was not an exception. She was already feeling intense heat all over her body.

"Excuse me! If you're done gawking, you should close your mouth so that a fly won't get in," the man in front of her said rudely.

The 100-degree-heat that Alexa felt before dropped below zero as soon as she heard the insult. She felt like she had just been bathed with ice water.

"I'm sorry! I just thought I saw a ghost behind you earlier. I didn't mean to stare," she told him with a blank look on her face.

Prince Alexander sized Alexa up before speaking again. "What makes you different from all the others?"

She thought about it for a moment. 'What makes me different from all the others? Good question, hmmm?'

While Alexa was intensely thinking of what made her different from the other candidates, Prince Alexander was carefully checking her out, and he liked what he saw.

"I'm different because... Can't you see, just look at me?! I'm tall and beautiful, perfect for a Beauty Queen!" she answered proudly while she posed like Miss Universe candidate.

Prince Alexander looked at her straight face, then burst into a fit of laughter. "Hahaha! You do look like a Queen with that pose... You will do."

"Thank you! I will make sure you don't regret it, Sir!" She extended her hand for a handshake, only to be ignored.

"We'll see about that!" Was all the answer she received while he was still checking her out.

Prince Alexander had met many beauties in his life, but he had never met someone like her. 

Too bad, she was an actress.

The one thing he hated most were actresses. He had dated quite a few in the past, but none lasted more than one date.

Alexa was doing the same thing, but for a different reason.

She didn't quite understand why her new employer was ogling at her. She knew how beautiful she looked, but Alexa had made sure that she was dressed both professionally and dully. So why did he keep on staring at her like he was about to jump on her?

Prince Alexander realized what he was doing and diverted his attention to his assistant. "Make sure you prepare her properly. I don't want any mistakes. I will give you a couple of days to train and polish her before we take care of the business."

"Yes! Your H… yes, Sir!" Pierre almost blurted out, 'Your Highness.' Fortunately, he was able to correct himself in time.

"Please, follow me, Miss…?"

"Grant! Alexa Grant!" she informed the assistant while trying to catch up with him.

"Miss Alexa Grant, are you sure you want this job?" Pierre asked curiously.