ENTITLED PRINCESSES

Aridan took a deep breath and looked up at Alex.

“It's a girl called Stella Campbell.” He said, just as Alex positioned the laptop towards himself.

“The woman is from the Campbell family?”

However, the anger on his face turned to that of astonishment and disbelief.

“Stella is not a woman?” He whispered, instantly getting tired of the whole situation.

He sat down and watched an equally little girl of about seven to nine years old insulting Ariella and calling her a thief that came to steal shoes she couldn't afford, causing the entire populace in that area of the mall to shower their attention on the both of them, muttering in hushed voices.

“It's a lie! My dad is not a criminal and we are not poor. He has more money than all of you!” Ariella shouted, as the first streaks of tears rolled down her face.

“So says the bastard daughter of a harlot! Hahahaha. I don't blame your criminal father for running away, no one wants a harlot woman. And an ugly girl like yourself deserves to be