Prince: Royal Romantic Suspense (Billionaires in Disguise: Maxence Book 5) by Blair Babylon (best books to read fiction txt) 📕

to the magazine lists like the Ten Sexiest Royals under Thirty. I have an income that lands me squarely in the upper one percent that I don’t have to work for. I am famous and yet can claim to be a private citizen to piss off the paparazzi. Every now and then, I allow myself to be photographed at Monaco’s more prestigious social events. If I want to do anything, I can do it. Why would I want to lock myself up in a castle to greet dignitaries and fritter away my life deciding who gets the contract to import soybeans?”

Because someone has to do it.

She said, “When I do something that I don’t want people to see, I don’t take a picture of it. If you’re a prince or princess, the paparazzi never leave you alone. They’re always there. I don’t want to be a real royal, and I would never marry one. I wouldn’t even date a royal if you threw one at me.”

“An excellent argument, Marie-Therese. However,” he turned, “Uncle Louis, you’re like me, a spare heir. You were trained to do this job even though there was little chance that you would ever inherit the title.”

His uncle nodded and shrugged, his elegantly cut suit jacket rippling as he did. “The education I received both informally and in business management has served me well in the import company I dabble with.”

Ah, royal humility. No one admitted to working at a job. It was so gauche.

Maxence had already looked at Louis Grimaldi’s holdings. The import-export business netted a reasonable profit on the hundreds of millions of euros they produced in sales each year. Louis had ceased to withdraw a royal income some decades before because he drew a substantial salary from his company.

He was a model minor royal rather than a wastrel, like many of Maxence’s other relatives.

Maxence asked his uncle, “Uncle Louis, how is your health?”

His smile didn’t waver. “I certainly can’t complain.”

“Can I ask you some more intrusive questions?”

Louis lowered one cottony-white eyebrow a fraction of an angle. “Your concern about my health is noted.”

Marie-Therese was looking back and forth between the two of them. “Uncle Louis, are you okay?”

His eyebrow descended slightly farther. “Of course, I’m fine. If this is about my lumbar surgery a few years ago, it was entirely successful.”

If Max’s plan advanced and the cousins decided on Louis, Max could ask more questions about his health at that time.

Maxence settled back in his chair and straightened his blue silk tie. “What do you think will happen at the Council meeting?”

Marie-Therese spoke up. “I think there’s going to be a great brawl if you’re not the candidate.”

“There doesn’t have to be a brawl. I was speaking with Alexandre about his voting bloc of cousins.”

Louis said, “Some of the older generation are quite put out by Alexandre’s high-handedness. Blocking even the most preliminary of business was not seen as good form.”

Marie-Therese said, “It doesn’t matter what people think of Alexandre. He said he’s not going to stand for election even if someone put his name forward. He can alienate or politically seduce anybody he wants to. Much like you, Max.”

Maxence inclined his head to examine his uncle Louis more closely. “And how would you feel about your family’s votes at this Council? Would you be willing to vote for something unconventional?”

Louis nodded. “I suspected that was the reason you asked for this meeting. I’m not a young man, Maxence. My politics have become more conservative as I’ve gotten older. I am a great believer in the constitution as it currently stands, and I would not like to dissolve the monarchy in favor of a more democratic style of government.”

Maxence blinked. “Is that what they’re saying? That I want to abolish the monarchy?”

Louis said, “There are rumors, and you just asked if I would vote for something ‘unconventional.’”

“I didn’t mean that unconventional.”

Although abolishing the monarchy certainly had a ring to it. There’d been a time in Max’s life when he wanted nothing more than to set the world on fire and watch it burn, and his own hereditary monarchy would have been an excellent starting point.

Maxence said, “It seems to me that Monaco has been a monarchy for the better part of a millennium, with a few interruptions. The monarchy is part of Monaco’s charm. Since ninety-five percent of our revenue comes from tourist and other non-casino sources, it is important to preserve Monaco’s ‘charm.’”

Louis’s lips twitched up, and he nodded. “I’ll discuss your position with some of the other, more conservative members of the council.”

“I was wondering if the time had come, however, to choose a sovereign not based on the order of precedence from the previous sovereign, but perhaps the person best suited for the position from among the nobles.”

Marie-Therese raised her eyebrows and dropped her chin. “Oh.”

Nice acting, there, considering she’d given him the idea. No wonder she was a social media influencer.

Louis frowned. “That’s quite a change.”

“Yes.”

“There would have to be a discussion among the Council.”

“There might not,” Maxence said, “not if there was agreement beforehand about the concept and a candidate.”

Louis raised his eyebrows. “A coup d’état.”

“I prefer to think of it as a fait accompli, if we’re going to stick to French terms.”

“Who do you suggest stand for the nomination?”

“There are several possible candidates,” Maxence said, breaking eye contact and shuffling a few papers on his desk. One was, actually, a soybean import contract.

“I’d be interested to know who,” Louis said.

“And so would I,” Marie-Therese said, her voice squeaking at the end.

Even gathering votes in front of Jules Grimaldi’s daughter was risky enough. Maxence wasn’t going to tempt fate by asking Louis if he’d like to be the Prince of Monaco.

As Nico had noted, Great-Uncle Louis might end up floating face-down in the harbor if Jules perceived him as a threat.

Max said, “I’m sure we’re not near the time to consider the final selection yet. The Council election process might take months.”

Even though he was hoping to elect and