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I ran away with every intention of killing them.
But murder isn’t simple.
Not with multiple people on the hit list.
That’s why I laid low, waiting for my position to solidify and the right moves to be played to leave me right where I’m destined to remain.
On the top.
Seated on my throne of royalty.
Claiming my birthright, no matter who gets in my way.
Boldly standing in the midst of these fake commoners is what proves I know what I deserve. That I’m not a coward or weak like other heirs. My Father may be stubborn, but he’s not stupid or blind.
Whether he likes it or not, he has to give his eldest his empire. That has to happen today. In front of everyone here to witness the new rise of Ruthless Royals on their journey of Carnage into their next transition.
Havoc.
“Where’s Danny?” I overhear a woman’s question as quietly as she can. They’re setting up a richer podium for my father, who is speaking with an elderly man I don’t recognize and Mr. Prescott.
“You didn’t hear?” My ears perk up as I catch a lowered male voice that sounds disturbed. “He’s dead.”
What?
“No way,” the girl hisses. “When? How?”
“Found in some warehouse. Shot in the balls and the head. They’re saying he had to have messed with someone’s woman because shit... getting shot in the balls to bleed out. Then in your head? You tried to touch the wrong woman.”
“I warned him not to cause trouble.” The woman sighs. “I heard he was talking shit at that photoshoot. The one with that royal model.”
“Ah. Albrecht’s heir. That photoshoot with Forbes Elite got him ten million before it blew up. The man probably made another ten to twenty million in deals and tips. Apparently, oneof the biggest players on the field tipped them massively. He doesn’t need to work for the rest of his life to finish that money,” he reveals and sighs. “Lucky bastard. Good looks and he’s a Ruthless King? I bet you that’s what he did to secure his role.”
I frown at the man’s words, thankful the woman is just as intrigued as I am.
“What do you mean? I thought the roles were chosen based on your performance at school?”
“No.” The man lowly chuckles. “Everything you do, in and out of Leighton, is analyzed. You think these fuckers aren’t watching your every move? How you treat your Maiden. How you treat your fellow Kings. Their very titles—Ruthless, Deviant, Savage—come into play. They contribute to this final moment where they get to be acknowledged by all of us here in this grand ballroom.”
“So… they’re supposed to be villainous in nature, then?” The woman sounds confused.
“That’s the real test,” the man declares. “Because no one knows. Not a single person can guess the criteria of whether being horrendous as a being takes you to the top or brings you to the very bottom of the ladder to claim your royal status. Obviously, birthright plays another huge role, but is it absolute? No. Just because your father is a King who graduated from here and made his own foundation doesn’t mean you’re guaranteed that same path.”
His words ignite butterflies in my stomach, forcing me to down my drink. I quickly asked a waiter nearby to get me a glass of whisky, the most expensive they have.
I want these fuckers to be forced to acknowledge my rise and reign.
“That’s a complicated system,” the woman mutters. “And the Maiden? What about her? Most of them aren’t from royal backgrounds.”
“You’re right,” he agrees. “Which is why marriage comes into play.”
“M-Marriage?”
Now, I’m really listening in while my eyes are glued to the stage, noticing they’re almost ready to begin.
“What better way to secure an alliance with your Maiden? She doesn’t have to be a royal to have some value. I know it’s not every Maiden. Some are completely useless or even depreciate your value, but that’s also determined by this secret council. Think of them as their own society of royal fuckers. See that elder guy? That’s Saint Joaquin himself. He’s a multi-millionaire and founder of his own university. They say their Royals make up a good chunk of assassins and mad crazies who do the most intense missions. He’s a part of that secret society and contributes to the decision-making process. It’s fucking wild.”
“H-How do you know so much?”
