Chapter One

The Past In Her Dreams

100 Years Ago…

“ Uncle, I don’t think you should invade there homes like this, these people are innocent!.”

The crowned prince tried persuading his uncle, even with all the power he still let his uncle control him.

“ These people are a threat to us, to you, I am only doing this so your reign will be more peaceful.” His uncle said , his neighing horse was ready for war.

The crowned prince sat restlessly on the throne he decided to defy his uncle and act. Heading to the village he rescued a young girl and brought her home.

“You are safe now.” The crown Prince continued speaking to her as lovingly as he could but the girl mourned her parents, why did he not try to save any of them.

The people received there gifts from the gods, it was up to them to decide how to use it, his uncle kept on denying this very fact.

His Uncle believed those who could see the future, those who could be reborn and those who could hear when people lie are dangerous.

But there was only one person in the village who had such gift he did not know whom, but it was best to wipe them all out.

“You went behind my back and brought a traitor to the palace, those people are evil yet you spared her life.”

The young girl stepped out in a bridal attire. The prince had made his decision, as a recompense he was willing to make her royalty, from that day forward his uncle hated him..

The young girl tried her best to love the prince, but how could she love the people responsible for her parents death.

The young girl killed herself in cold blood, the prince’s uncle smiled.

The Present .

Tricia opened her eyes lazily, the sunlight pierced through. She really hated there means of livelihood, but being poor they had no option but to beg on the streets..

Tricia kept on having the same dream that she was married to a prince but who would listen to such tales when all they thought about was food.

“Wake up lazy bones, if you keep on snoozing how will we feed, come on.”

Tired Tricia got up and stood as she watched her supposed family beg on the street.

A dark blue car stopped before them, as the door opened Tricia’s eyes windened, was that not the man she had seen in her dreams?.

The Crown Prince Now Known As Smith..

The crown Prince stepped down and generously filled there bowls.

The prince stared into her eyes and snapped his fingers bringing her back to reality, her sister touched her slightly with her elbow.

“He is quite handsome is he not, but he is way out of our league so do not day dream too much.”.

Tricia’s sister giggled, with the money the generous man gave to them they did not need to beg at all today..

The prince’s uncle stared at her, he dark hair flowed down her shoulders, she looked exactly the same.

“So you have returned once again, to turn him against me, this time I will end you myself.”

The crowned prince had no memory of his previous life, he was known as a “The boss who never smiles.”

“Why were you so generous to those people earlier today son?.” His uncle asked trying to figure out if he remembered anything.

“ No special reason uncle, just that girl, something drew me to her. But I guess I won’t be seeing them again anytime soon, so you do not have to worry.”..

His Uncle smiled. He definitely won’t be seeing them anytime soon.

The Purse..

Later that evening, a shooting star appeared in the sky. The people folded there hands with there eyes shut..

“Dear God in heaven, lift us up from this hole of poverty through any means.” Tricias mother prayed..

A man pushed his way through the crowd, trying to escape.

“Thief, thief,…” People chased after him.

Tricia started at the man, her instincts guiding her. She took a short cut.

Through the bushes she crept and blocked his path.

“How did you know I was going to be here?.” The thief asked fear filled his eyes..

“It does not matter, give me the purse.”

They struggled and a man who was on a date noticed them, he ran out of the restaurant.

Taking off his suit, he threw it over the criminals face..

The purse danced in the air, and fell in his hands..

“Looks like I bumped into you again, how did you find this route?.” Tricia looked around, it was then she realized that she was lost.

“Get in the car, I will take you home.”

The prince now known as Smith, had forgotten all about his date.

Smith handed the purse to her, and she came down.

Tricias mother came looking worried, she dusted her ash jacket and hastened to her.

“We were worried about you, oh you found the purse, the owner had already given up the chase how do we find her now?”.

Tricias mother spoke endlessly but her words fell on deaf ears, Tricia was lost in thought.

Meanwhile Mr Smith walked into his house dusting his purple suit.

A round of applause welcomed him.

“Wow, what a nice way to treat your fiance I’m I right?.”

Mr Smith hated his fiance so much but tolerated her because of his Uncle.

He ignored her tantrums and headed up stairs.

Mr Smiths fiance had sent her maid on an errand, she wondered what took her so long. Her maid successfully ruined her evening.

The driving lot was filled with different kinds of flowers, the cars decorated the entrance.

But in the midst of it all, a maids heart skipped a thousand beats. The maid had lost her madams purse and nothing in the world would be able to save her now, except the boss himself.

The Maid..

With renewed hope, she ran and tried to sneak into Mr Smiths room.

“How dare you come in here so late at night?.”

Mr Smiths voice was low yet commanding, the maid fell on her knees and pleaded.

“Master please save me, I lost my madams purse. I will loose my job also please speak to her on my behalf please..”

Mr Smith instantly remembered the thief and the begger he met earlier in the evening.

He shut his eyes tightly, if only he knew that purse belonged to his fiance.

“Get up, there is no need for you to worry it is just a purse. I will get her a new one.”

Tricia sat admiring the beautiful purse in her hand, she opened it and checked the contents she saw a bottle labeled sleeping pill..