The Fraud Prince: A Lion Eyes2 Fairy Tale
The Fraud Prince: A Leon Isle Fairy Tale
On Leon Isle, where the sea shimmered like black pearls under a cruel sun, a prince without a crown waged war in silence. They called him El PrÃncipe del Fraude—not because he was the fraud, but because fraud was all that surrounded him. His brother and his college bandmates, men with rusted souls and golden tongues, had turned his life into their economy.
They whispered to women—his women—that he was unwell. Disabled. Unfit to love, unfit to lead, unfit to choose. And with those whispers, they built their empire. They used his name, his past, his family’s wealth, and even his stolen words to buy their futures. They wore his stolen love like a second skin, grinning as they convinced his high school sweethearts that he was nothing more than a ghost, haunting memories they had been forced to rewrite.
At the heart of it all was Sammy Agosto, the bassist with the copyright—a man whose melodies masked the theft beneath. He was the architect, orchestrating schemes that stretched from stolen songs to stolen legacies. He and his crew weren’t just taking money. They were taking stories. The Fraud Prince’s story.
But the Isle was shifting. The tides were turning. The natives, once blind to the con, were beginning to see. And in seeing, they whispered too. About justice. About vengeance. About a second isle, waiting in the wings—Lion Aisle 2. The sequel no one had written, the kingdom no one had counted on.
The Fraud Prince watched, knowing the game had reached its final act. If he struck too soon, he’d lose his stage. If he waited too long, they’d erase him completely. Either way, the empire built on stolen love was crumbling. The only question left was who would survive its fall.
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