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“Good girl,” he praises and lightly kisses her cheek. “Tell Prescott I’ve signed the request and will see him at the gala.”
“Yes,” she affirms.
He forces her head back enough to give her one tongue-diving kiss. I can’t hide my disgust, especially knowing that this isn’t my mother or even that mistress.
Why? Why is he fucking Mrs. Prescott?
“Make sure Eva comes along, hmm? I’d love for her to formally meet her soon-to-be husband.”
Soon-to-be husband?
“I’ll encourage her participation,” she whispers breathlessly. “Her… Kings will be there, yes?”
“Certainly,” Father vows and dares to look my way.With a fucking smile on his face.“They’ll have no choice if they wish to claim their lineage and affirm their Ruthless titles at Leighton Royal University. I’m sure, no matter what circumstance, they won’t miss it.”
“Alright,” she breathes. “I-I’ll be on my way.”
He gives her one last kiss before encouraging her to move away from him. She quickly fixes her dress, lowering the bodycon attire that hugs her body perfectly to cover her bare ass, then lifts up the top half enough to hold her breasts.
She bows to Father but slowly looks my way.
She looks fucking identical to Iva… only older and wiser.
Instead of bowing, she does something I don’t expect.
She smirks, almost as if she’s won some sort of gamble.
Now, she looks like our Ruthless Maiden. A damn copy, but I know she isn’t the one we’ve been scrutinizing these last few weeks.
What is going on?
I watch her leave to the other room, knowing it has an entrance to a private bathroom suite. It leaves me with my father as the secretary quickly apologizes for the unexpected intrusion.
“No worries, Molly. My son is rather impatient. Genetic, obviously,” Father dismisses and flicks his wrist. “Leave us be.Make sure a car is ready to take my Queen home. You know how antsy Prescott gets when I let Iva come home past curfew.”
“Yes, Sir.” She closes the doors, leaving me to stare at my father in disbelief and pure disgust.
He looks at me for a moment before he chuckles. Fixing his pants without even cleaning himself up, he lowers onto his chair and proceeds to get a cigarette. Lighting it up, he enjoys a few puffs and lets it out.
“Should I ask why you’re here? I remember clearly saying you should come by tomorrow, not today.”
“Iva,” I say the name as if it’s venom in my mouth. “Her name isn’t Iva.”
He stares at me for a long moment and chuckles.
“No. Her name isn’t Iva,” he confirms. “That’s her mother’s name.”
He takes another go at his cigarette and leans back into his chair.
“Eva is her name. Named after my grandmother. Though Prescott likes to dance around the name Verena, while I think Gemini suits her rather nicely, if you ask me,” he casually rambles. “Iva agreed Gemini would be a unique cover-up name. Less suspicious.”
I’m gonna be sick to my stomach. It takes everything not to vomit whatever is left in the pits of my gut as I put one and two together.
“You…” I just think of the video I just witnessed. “You… raped your daughter…”
“Taught her that men can be cruel in this forbidden world,” he argues and shrugs. “If I didn’t, I knew you would.”
I’m horrified by the accusation, but when I can’t argue against him, he laughs in my fucking face.
