Princes of Chaos

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"Tonight embarks your journey as the vessel for the next great heir. Any woman can have a womb, but yours has been chosen." He steps forward and presses a hand to my stomach. "Blessed." When I received the invitation to the Princes' masked ball, I assumed it was a mistake. Possibly a prank. Why would East End Royalty invite West End trash for an opportunity to become their Princess? The bigger question: Why would I take it? I was raised to be the Dukes' Duchess, but that dream came to an end when they chose a different woman. I had everything it took to be a house girl, including my innocence, something the Princes not only hold in high regard, but explicitly require. It's not the title that scares me. It's the men who have been chosen by the King. His adoptive sons. Whitaker would fit the textbook image of Prince Charming to everyone but me. Gorgeous, athletic, and obnoxiously promiscuous, it only takes a few days as his Princess to realize the flirtatiousness in his eyes is a mask for what's haunted ...