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“You boys are soft,” Father scoffs. “Your peers may fear your reputation, but do you believe you’re feared within this room among my staff? They could do anything to your pet, and what would you do? Not a damn thing,” he teases. “A contract should take a second to sign, yet you’re playing this game of delays because you’re all weak cowards.”
“Cowards?” Zander is the one to speak up as he tilts his head and smirks. “What makes you confidently say such to our faces?”
“Did you wish for me to say it behind your backs?” Father counters. “I could, but I don’t need to tiptoe around delicate subjects on my own property. I can say whatever I wish, knowing you lot can do nothing about it. You hold no power. Your assets are but a smidge in comparison to my empire. Men like you are tossed power due to unexpected circumstances. Wouldn’t that be an exact photocopy of your current case, Mr. Benedict?”
I can see the twitch in Zander’s left eye, but he doesn’t say another word.
Proving an obvious point that makes Father chuckle.
“You want to prove to me you have potential?” Father offers and looks back at me. “Show me you have every expectation of making Miss Prescott your maiden.” He gestures to the part of the room where there’s a small platform. This is the dining space where he enjoys going on a podium and speaking utter nonsense that everyone has no choice but to listen to.
Now, he wants me to step on that same stage.
Act the part of the villain I’m destined to be.
“Let’s see what you can do, Domino,” Father offers and looks at one of his guards. “Bring Miss Prescott to the platform.”
I catch onto how Iva frowns then, while the guard immediately bows his head and stomps over to Iva until he’s on her right side.
“Shouldn’t you be asking permission from the Kings first?” she asks Father, and yet the guard is the one laughing. He not only grabs her arm, but practically yanks her out of her seat.
The action makes all four of us stiffen immediately, especially when Iva hisses in pain.
“Last thing I paid attention to from your red lips is that you haven’t signed shit,” the guard announces. “Meaning, no one owns you right now, fake princess.” He then drags her along roughly until he throws her onto her knees on the platform. The action must be painful because she can’t hide it from showing on her face.
When she tries to sit up, he dares use his feet and presses her down to the floor, forcing her to bow.
“In Mr. Leighton’s presence, you bow and wait to be told what to do,” the guard snarls. “You’ve only been entertained for so long out of respect for our Lord.” He proceeds to kick her once.My heart is galloping.“You’re nothing but a whore. A used puppet made to entertain our Lord’s son and his friends instead of the King himself, who built this empire from the ground up. So, the next time you forget what a cunt bitch you are, remember that it’s out of the Lord’s generosity that you don’t have his cock in your mouth!”
Before he can try to kick her again, the screech of my chair forces him to pause. I don’t know what look is on my face, but it’s enough to make the guard flinch for a second.
I wonder if I look like my father now…
“Can you stop abusing what I’ve yet to claim?” I growl through grit teeth. “The only bruises she should be carrying are the ones I and my fellow Kings lay upon her very flesh!”
The guard simply rolls his eyes at me before he retreats a few steps. “No point in apologizing to a whore who’s worth nothing,” he mutters with a smirk. “You should remember that she brings nothing to the table. Just pussy and resting bitch face. Should remember that, Sir Leighton. Cunts are replaceable. Your assets in the world aren’t as easy to dismiss.”
The audacity of this fucker.
I do everything to tame my boiling rage as I stomp over to the podium until I’m standing before Iva. Her head is still on the floor, which pisses me the fuck off.
She’s not meant to be a submissive bitch before my presence unless I say she can be.
“Raise your fucking head!” I don’t mean to shout, but I can’t help it. I’m so furious right now, I’d easily burn this whole place down if I could. That’s what’s most insulting about this whole situation.
I don’t have enough assets, power, money, or control to do a damn thing in the presence of my Father.
Deep down, I’m forced to acknowledge that I’m no different from Iva.
We’re but pawns on the chessboard, at the disposal of my Father’s domain. He’s in charge of making all the moves, and when it’s time to discard us as sacrifices to his continued reign, he will do so in a heartbeat.
I need to change that.
Starting with showing him that I can be his copy.
If not better.
A brief glance at Ares and Zander proves they approve of what I will do. It’s not like we have a choice, but maybe theywon’t be completely disgusted by what I have plotted in my head.
