Cruel Princes by Jillian Frost Audio Script

I didn’t want to be here. In this preppy-ass school. This cold as fuck middle of nowhere town. I
wasn’t here by choice, and I made sure my grandfather remembered that.
He’d plucked my twin brother and me from one version of Hell and thrust us into another.
All so he could marry me off to the son of his oldest friend.
“You will marry one of the Salvatore boys,” he’d told me the night before, “and it’s not up
for debate. I saved you from a life of poverty and abuse. Just remember, you owe me,
Alexandrea.”
I didn’t fight him because there was no point. The life I’d led before my grandfather found
me was a fucking nightmare.
Locked closets. Involuntary stays at the Haven Asylum. Those little purple pills that made
me sick to my stomach. My mother was insane and took out all of her crazy on me.
In some ways, I owed him for bringing me to Devil’s Creek. Still, I didn’t want to marry
any of those cruel, heartless boys.
On my first day at Astor Prep, people avoided me because they were afraid of the
Salvatore brothers. Girls looked the other way when I tried to introduce myself. Only a handful
of guys with their balls still intact attempted to speak to me.
That was short-lived, though.
By lunchtime, Bastian Salvatore spotted me in front of my locker. He clamped his long
fingers around my wrist and hauled me down the hallway like a lion dragging a carcass to its
cave. I swatted at his muscular arm, attempting to peel his fingers from my skin.
A dark chuckle escaped his lips. “Stop fighting me, Cherry.”
“My name isn’t Cherry, asshole.”
His gray eyes met my light blue ones, and then he winked. “It is now.”
He forced me to sit beside him at the table he shared with his brothers, Luca and Damian.
Luca was the oldest of the Salvatores, and not blood related to either of his brothers. Though,
you wouldn’t know by looking at them. All of them had dark hair, strong jaws, and intense gazes
that set my skin on fire.
Hot. Scary. Violent. Cruel.
 Those were just a few words to describe the princes of Devil’s Creek.
I had to choose between the Salvatores by the time I finished college. They would leave for
Harvard, and I’d go to art school. So I kept that in mind, hoping I could buy myself some time. I
had five years to escape them and this stupid arranged marriage.
Luca slid a tray across the table, his cold, blue irises slicing through me. “Eat. I’m not
fucking a skinny twig.”
It wasn’t my fault that my parents rarely fed us. I’d only lived with my grandfather for a
few days before he enrolled me at Astor Prep.
I glanced down at the bowl of soup and pushed the tray at him, the hot liquid spilling onto
the table. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you paid me.”
Everyone stared at me.
Whispers echoed throughout the crowded cafeteria. No one could believe the new girl had
the audacity to challenge a Salvatore. I wasn’t some scared girl who would cower to bullies.
A long beat passed where I could hear nothing but people breathing. Luca glared at me like
he wanted to jump across the table and wring my neck. His brothers waited for a reaction, their
eyes fixed on me.
“I don’t care if you’re a Wellington.” Luca shot up from his chair, the metal legs scraping
across the tiled floor. “That name means absolutely nothing to me. In this town, Salvatore is the
only name that matters.” He pointed at the space in front of him on the floor. “Get over here.”
I shook my head. “Dream on.”
Luca rounded the table, his nostrils flared. I slid off my chair, but I wasn’t fast enough. He
had my long blonde curls fisted in his palm, yanking me up from the chair.
“Wanna try that again, Wellington whore?”
I elbowed him in the stomach, then stomped on his foot. “I’m not a whore.”
Despite my best efforts, his grip on my hair didn’t loosen. He palmed the back of my head
until my knees hit the cold, tiled floor. “Kiss my boots like a good little slave.”
I looked up at the handsome prince and shook my head. “No. I did nothing wrong.”
“You exist,” he shot back with venom in his tone. “That’s enough.”
“Why do you hate me so much?”
“Ask your grandfather.” He smirked. “See if he’ll tell you the truth about why you’re
really here.”
 My lips parted in shock.
Why did he bring me to Devil’s Creek?
I honestly didn’t know why Pops showed up like a white knight when we needed him
most. Aiden and I were so desperate to get away from our parents that we jumped at the chance
to leave our small Midwestern town.
Luca walked away, leaving me kneeling on the ground with my hair a mess and looking
like a complete loser. He raised his hand, beckoning to a blonde girl with huge tits. She looked
like me with the same blonde curly hair, only with more curves.
Was he going to fuck her to punish me?
Like I cared about who Luca Salvatore screwed. But as he walked away, I rose from the
floor, unable to take my eyes off them. He glanced over his shoulder at me and made a real show
of grabbing her ass.
Bastard.
My chest tightened, and a mixture of strange emotions stole my breath.
Hatred.
Anger.
Jealousy?
I seriously questioned my sanity, because there was no logical reason I would give a damn
about the cruel prince.