Mated To The Arrogent Human CEO

6 PURPOSE

(IZARA POV)

I was completely drunk by midnight when I first encountered my mate and it didn’t take long for the night to spiral into a passionate one.

It was a wonderful moment but that was until I found myself alone in bed with just a note.

To make matters more complicated, he happens to be the new CEO of the company, the very person I must ultimately betray.

But what’s my story?

Let me start from the beginning.

My name is Izara Haelyn Ahmes (Undercover name: Izabella Vestel), the princess chosen by the moon Goddess to be the next ruler of Valarian.

I am the first female ruler chosen after a long line of male dominating rule.

In short, my birth was a sensational hit for the paparazzi and a nightmare for the narrow-minded ministers.

I have my own group of protesters, death set to not make me the crowned heir. The shallow old misogynist people who think a woman is not capable of handling the throne and who are determined to prove it.

Well, tough luck! This is the 21st century and I am going to be the queen! Besides how the hell am I incapable of being a queen when I have the blessings of the moon Goddess?!

Anyway, to survive these *ahem* dimwits, I had to go through twice the training, walk around on eggshells, and make sure I don’t make any mistakes. Times were difficult but it was turning out great.

That is until I started my official trial for the throne. Reviews, meetings, and more reviews. My whole year was stressful, especially when most of the ministers love to go against me just because well….it's me.

But who were they kidding? I am not someone they could crush easily *smirks*

It was one of the review meetings and in front of me was the entire royal council, ready to cut my throat.

“Allure Crest Fashion Industries,” I said confidently switching to the next slide. “One of the highest rated and the fastest growing enterprises worldwide. They have been extending their brand worldwide including in our land. I was recently going through the contracts and their business deals and found some illegal activities. Money laundering, unauthorized exports and imports, and many more. I would suggest revising the contract or maybe even terminating it. The damage is a huge one so we should also reclaim the estimated loss and -”.

“Princess Izara”

I stopped midway and turned to my uncle who had a frown on his face. Less than 2 minutes into my presentation I was interrupted.

“Yes, Uncle Ceasar?”

“Allure Crest is our biggest and our most important customer. You can’t just go around and accuse them of these things. You know how bad our treasury is getting. If we need to take care of our land, we need their support”

“I understand that Uncle but like I said, we can reclaim the estimated loss from them along with a penalty which will be enough for us to resurface and wi- “

“Princess, I understand you want to help but let’s be real, it’s not practical” The man cleared his throat and looked at the rest of the Royal members. “They are our greatest source and the ones that keep us in a steady boat. Besides this is not even real proof. The accounts shown have no relevance to the company name. What if it is the work of some selfish employer? We will be at a total loss. Our export minerals are on a total loss, the new world is a rising difficult phase for us.”

Irritation filled me as I slammed my hand on the table.

“Uncle, first of all, this is the second time you have interrupted me during my presentation. You, an elder experienced in such matters, should very well know the ethics. Secondly, are you implying that I am stupid and not good at what I do?”

I smirked through my jewel veil seeing him frustrated.

“Your Highness, I am just saying you don’t have perfect proof and we can't risk anything”

Seeing the expressions of most of the council members I knew they would vote this matter out of the agenda. That all my preparation for the last 3 months will go down the drain just like that.

“Give me 6 months” This time I turned to my father who was silently presiding over the meeting. He took a moment to look over the document before sighing and looking at me with a disapproved look.

I knew that look. He was not pleased as well.

But still, the next words that came out of his mouth surprised me.

“You get 8 Months”

………………………………………

“But at least you put him in his place” Alan, my protector and advisor said as I grunted.

“I hate that asshole” I muttered as I fell on my sofa throwing the all night papers on the table.

“Language, your Highness. And I assume it didn’t go well” Veronica, my maid and Alan’s fiancé voiced as she started to remove my face veil and its ornaments.

“It didn’t. They didn’t want to risk the relationship. Especially Uncle Caesar”

“That twisted man wants nothing more than to make his son the next ruler,” she said rolling her eyes.

Caesar is my father’s brother, and he has a son.

The son who is the next heir to the throne if ever I fail in their eyes. The one who is not blessed by the moon goddess and has acquired no power of the moon but is still considered to be more capable of the throne than me.

“You are not going to give up are you?” Alan asked as I turned to him with a grin.

“Of course not. I have the perfect plan”

The chosen heir of the kingdom is always supposed to be hidden. They wore masks and ornaments to cover their face and only revealed themselves to the public during their crowning ceremony.

The reason was pretty simple – They were expected to visit the people, interact, and get to know the life of their subjects.

A knowledge every ruler should know.

Now, in this modern world, it is almost impossible because of paparazzi and alliances with other countries but well, tradition is tradition. Besides the ministers made it a matter of incapability if I am to expose myself to the public before their debut. A rule specially designed for me.

My country, Velaris is one of the few that still follows monarchy rule and first place in being the strictest and the hardest country to enter and leave. You needed a special double verified passport to enter our country and no one outside, other than special ‘aka mythical bearing’ people can get permanent residence. It was only recently that we opened tourist options which is said to close every February on leap year as it is our most important ritual year.

In conclusion, our country is not as modern as the rest of the world. Maybe it's because we believe in magic and ancestral tradition.

Our mysterious behavior is always a fascinating topic to the outside world. Once I even saw an i********: post saying we are holding the ultimate nuclear weapons to destroy the world.

Now all of this was perfect for use in my plan. This was my last mission before being crowned and I was going to prove to them I was right.

Since Allure Crest Industrie’s contract with us has a clause where 4 Valerians were reserved yearly rights to work in their company for their uplifting, I will disguise myself as one of the candidates they will be accepting. I have already created an identity for myself, a perfect disguise.

My last mission before I will be crowned heir to the throne and I will prove to them that Allure Crest CEO is indeed a greedy old man.

And so, oblivion to the surprise ahead of me, in the mid of June, I arrived at Allure Crest Industries with a determination to succeed in my quest.

I took in the identity of Izabella Milliam and rented a studio apartment. Of course, no one knew my real identity, and other than my close circle no one knew my plan as well.

It was relatively easy to get into the Allure industry but the tough part was to get into the training level of secretary. I was definite, I did my best to earn that position but no matter how I tried they wouldn't allow me. In the end, I had to rely on the ‘special recommendation by the princess *ahem* aka me’ to get into the training.

But now I know why. Mr Wilton was making sure no one else was there to compete against his daughter.

Just when I thought things could get worse. I met him.

A blush formed on my face as I screamed on my pillow.

“Urgh I can't believe it!”

Hugging my pillow and turning to my side, I once again started to bite my already traumatized nails.

This is so messed up. What should I do?

I turned to the other side, my imagination once again wandering to the office scene.

“Urghhhh” I screamed onto my pillow, before jumping and sitting up straight with a glare.

What will happen now? On the one side, I am glad I am not his secretary. I can avoid him during work.

But what about my mission? I can only get into the control files if I become the secretary and earn trust.

*sighs* my brain hurts. I am hungry.

I forced myself out of bed and walked to the nearest convenience store. One thing I found great about this place, is the 24 hour stalls with food. A lady next to the convenience store is a kind woman who had helped me get around when I first came here.

Even though shifting was smooth, the experience in the street for the first month was brutal. With no one to help me, I had a hard time getting things around and the old woman in the Chinese stall helped me get through.

After that, I am always her usual customer.

“Everything ok?” she asked handing me a hot bowl of noodles.

“Work stress” I smiled as she put her hand on my head.

“I am sure you will do so well. Just like you always had” Her smile was as warm as her words.

“Thank you”

Right. I shouldn't think so negative.

For now, let's just go with the flow.