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“Two empires?” I look at him like he’s smoking crack. “She’s not getting a pinch of the Leighton Empire.”
“Says who?”
“SAYS ME!” I snap. “She hasn’t contributed to this empire. What the fuck has she done aside from opening her legs and being the slut she is?!”
“If you used those eyes of yours, you’d begin to see what she’s set up for herself,” he notes and leans back into his chair. Taking another file in a dark purple folder, he tosses it on top of the contract I’ve reviewed and gestures to the green title that says EMMA PRESCOTT. “I suggest you peek in there real quick.”
“Why the fuck would I do that? I don’t even want to marry this little bitch!”
“Again, if you can get the copy that proves this is forged, there’s nothing to worry about,” he reminds me.
I grunt a few swear words and quickly open the file. Staring at it doesn’t help with my spike in confusion as I look through the piled sheets of information.
“What the fuck is this?” I can’t decipher any of it with the clock ticking down.
“For the sake of time, I’ll help you out,” Father declares. “Those are blood test results. Specifically, Paternity Blood Test Results.”
Paternity?
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Well, as you can see, the top file is Emma Prescott’s results. The bottom half is Eva’s.”
“And?” I’m looking between the two, noticing the results are different. “Wait…”
Why are they different?
“Eva is officially Prescott and Leighton blood. She’s my child, with Iva being the mother. I’m sure you have no fucking clue like the majority of the world, but Prescott Empire isn’t owned by Prescott. The empire runs in Iva’s family lineage, the Ivankas. However, because she married Prescott, she decided to take on his last name, to which the empire was inherited to his lineage,” Father explains, revealing something no one has ever mentioned to me.Or anyone, for that matter.“Meaning, Eva is Prescott’s firstborn. Not Emma.”
Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck!
“Which means she’s destined to take the Prescott Empire by default. That should be announced at the gala next week. That is if you get to her on time.”
Shit… fuck… dammit!
“Now, before you go trying to be a hero, let me further elaborate on your current predicament,” Father urges and dares to smile now as he looks at the file in my possession. “You’re currently legally bound to marry Emma. The paternity test proves she’s not Prescott’s child.”
Wait… what?
I stare back at him, dumbfounded by the results, which bring him far too much joy as he grins widely, showing his white teeth.
“The test shows the results. She’s neither Prescott’s nor Ivankas’. What does that mean?” He takes a few seconds to think about it. “Ah. She belongs to no empire. In fact, when you look at them both, it’s as if they reversed roles.”
Eva is the heir… while Emma, the one I’m now bound to marry in three years, she’s a fucking orphan…
“This paternity test was requested early today. I got a copy simply because I was curious to see if this was some sort of setup to fuck me over. However, Eva requested for Aries, that useless bodyguard you speak of, to obtain these results. Intriguing howhe’d leave enough of a trail for me to snatch a copy for myself. Wouldn’t that mean she wants me to tell you?”
No fucking way…
“That means you really have only one way out of this mess, Domino,” Father announces. “You either get that contract in your little sanctuary of yours to prove this contract is forged and reach Eva before she’s ripped to shreds on the ice, or you’re going to jail for the murder of the Prescott Heir, triggering an empire war, and for attempting to marry a minor. I’m sure they can figure out a list of other charges to throw at you, but to put it simply, you’d be in jail for life once they’re through everything.”
“They… no. I’m being framed!”
“No one gives a fuck,” Father lays out the real truth I don’t want to accept. “As of now, you’re a nobody. You have no connections to get you out of this hiccup, so I suggest you find a way to get back to Leighton, or else you’ll be enjoying the rest of your life behind bars.”
He’s reaching into his desk to acquire a cigar, lighting it up while I’m standing there, completely speechless.
“Y-You’re my father, yet you’re not going to help me out of this?” I demand, my body shaking. “I’m your future heir! You’re going to let me rot in JAIL!” I slam my fists on his desk, watching as he leans back into his chair once more and pulls his legs up to rest on his side of the desk.
