They Chose The Real Princess Not Knowing I Am The QueenChapter 3

Thirty minutes later, the jet landed on my private island.

The security feed showed the flight crew unloading all four sets of luggage and leaving them beside the runway without a word.

Julian’s expression darkened with rage.

“Livia is the true Ashbourne heir!”

“I’d like to see who dares leave us here!”

The crew ignored him.

They closed the cabin doors, and the jet was airborne again within minutes.

By the time the four of them finally returned to New York, their hair was disheveled and their clothes were covered in dust.

They looked as though they had spent the entire day being passed between airports and docks.

The moment Julian entered the Ashbourne estate, he pointed at me and shouted:

“Camille, have you lost your mind?”

“You nearly got Livia killed because you refuse to give up the succession!”

“We are calling Richard and Helena right now. You will be out of this family before the night is over.”

I was reviewing the financial reports for Ashbourne Holdings.

I did not even look up.

I pressed a button on my desk and connected the secure line to my parents.

“Go ahead.”

Before Julian could speak, my father’s voice came through the speaker.

“I already know what happened on the island.”

“They took your jet without permission. You had every right to decide how to handle it.”

He paused.

“But Livia is still my biological daughter.”

“Do not humiliate her in front of the other old-money families.”

My mother spoke next.

“The wedding will take place in three days.”

“At the ceremony, we will also announce who will inherit Ashbourne Holdings.”

Livia’s eyes lit up.

She nervously grabbed Julian’s hand.

“Three days?”

“Isn’t that too soon? I haven’t prepared anything.”

Julian patted the back of her hand.

As he comforted her, his eyes remained fixed on me.

“Everything was always supposed to belong to you.”

“Now your name and power are simply being returned to their rightful owner.”

I immediately understood.

They had misinterpreted my parents’ words.

They thought the wedding in three days was for Livia.

My assistant entered the room.

“Ms. Ashbourne, the venue has been prepared according to your instructions.”

Before he could finish, Livia snatched the wedding design portfolio from his hands.

She flipped through several pages and frowned.

“Camille, after all these years as an Ashbourne, how is your taste still this terrible?”

“I don’t like any of this.”

“Change everything.”

Julian turned toward my assistant.

“Revise it according to Livia’s instructions.”

My assistant instinctively looked at me.

“But Ms. Ashbourne…”

Julian cut him off.

“Mind how you address the Ashbourne heir.”

“The Ashbourne family has only one heir, and that is Livia.”

“You have this position because the Ashbourne family gave it to you.”

“I suggest you figure out whose orders you are supposed to follow.”

Livia tugged lightly at Julian’s sleeve and smiled at me.

“Camille, if you really like this design, I’ll be happy to pay for it when you get married someday.”

Tristan looked at her with affection and admiration.

When he turned toward me, there was only contempt.

“Camille, this isn’t open for discussion.”

“If you refuse to make the changes, none of us will speak for you when you’re thrown out of this family.”

In their eyes, blood was the only requirement for controlling Ashbourne Holdings.

It did not matter how capable I was.

It did not matter that most of the company’s important projects and assets passed through my hands.

To them, I was nothing more than an outsider who happened to work for the Ashbournes.

I looked at their smug expressions and nodded.

“Fine.”

My assistant stared at me in disbelief.

“Ms. Ashbourne?”

I did not look at him.

My eyes remained fixed on Livia.

“I promise this will be a wedding you remember for the rest of your life.”