33 REIGN OF EMILIA- Zero truths and a million lies.

"Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth."~ Henry David Thoreau

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Previously...

"Visitors? May I ask who it is?" Emilia sits up on her bed, realizing the positions Alex and Abigail were in.

"I do not know for sure. What I do know is that they are in an alliance with this kingdom."

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"Your Magesty, how are you doing." A very manly and all to familiar voice asks.

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"I wonder who it is" Alex mutters.

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"Em?"

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Emilia was shocked to see the person who sat before her. Unless she was hallucinating, the person was either her Ex-boyfriend, or he has a long lost twin she didn't know about, but as soon as her name left his beautiful lips, reality came crashing down.

"Em?"

Her breath caught in her throat and she hesitated, but still, she responded: "Ace"

"So you two do remember each other?" Isabella asks.

"Ace? Wie bei dem Typen, mit dem Sie in New York zusammen waren?" Alex interrupts. [As in the guy you were dating back in New York]

"Was!? Er war der, mit dem du zusammen warst?" [What? He was the one you were dating?] Isabella asks in shock, but Emilia did not say anything, neither did Ace. Because at that very moment, the two were thinking the exact same thing.

~wHaT tHE f*Ck iS gOiNg oN~

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The two sat in the sitting room alone. Thankfully the others have them some privacy. Even the twins were shocked to find out that Ace was the guy their sister was dating.

They wouldn't look at each other, of course not. They just sat there in silence as their brains once again, try to process everything. Thankfully, Ace mustered up the courage to speak first.

"Who are you?" He finally looks at her, studying her features as he thought: Yep, it is Emilia alright.

At least he had thought she was.

"Emilia." It wasn't far from the truth, but it wasn't the absolute truth.

"No. Really. Who are you?" Ace asks. Dead serious this time.

"You already know who I am-"

"No. I don't. Now tell me."

Emilia takes a huge gulp of wine before she says. "I am Amanda. Emilia. Elizabeth Hamilton-"

"You lied to me!" Ace cuts her off.

"Wh- I lied to you!? You lied to me! Mr. F*cking Mafia!" In all her eighteen years of living, this was Emilia's first time swearing.

Oh if her mother could see her now.

"I didn't lie. I only kept it from you for your own good! To protect you!" Ace argues.

"Oh do not give me that bullsh*t." Emilia rolls her eyes.

"I did it because I cared about you!"

"AND I COULDN'T TRUST YOU!!" Emilia yells, and Ace went silent as Emilia continues. "I wanted to tell you guys. God knows I did. But that was until I found out that you guys were already spreading gossip! Do you have any idea, how I felt, knowing that the tiniest slip up I made, that could reveal my identity would be TG's top story? And you wonder why I lied? I was scared, god damnit!" Emilia let it all out of her system, before the first tear broke free.

Ace felt guilty, but the guilt was overshadowed by his arrogance and stubbornness. "But I was your boyfriend! You should've trusted me."

"Cut the crap Ace. You are only spilling nonsense. You did not even trust me enough to tell me who you really were, AND you kept the fact that you were a part of TG from me. If we are being honest here, you have given me way more reasons not to trust you that I, you." Emilia spills, but Ace wasn't done just yet.

"Is that so? Let's see. You said you're from Switzerland. I have searched for you, all over that f*cking place, you weren't there. Why? because you don't live in Switzerland." Ace begins. "Let's not forget about the fact that, you lied about when your grandfather died. You lied about your name! Which is the biggest f*cking part of this-"

"In my defense, Emilia is still a part of my middle name so, I did not lie-"

"No Em! Or Amanda or whatever. You did lie. You broke u0p with me because you couldn't trust me? Well I can't trust you!" He kinda had a point there, but hey, I am not picking sides, they are both in the wrong.

"Then what are you still doing here?" Emilia yells. She couldn't take it any more, and honestly, neither can I.

"You're right. What am I doing here?" Ace was pissed and so was Em.

Blame it on the lightning, or adrenaline pumping in her veins. Or just the tension between them, but Emilia was really attracted to angry Ace. His breathing was heavy, and his face red out of anger, but he was in a suit, and what was hotter than a guy, an angry guy, in a suit, not to mention a tatted angry guy in a suit, and before she could stop herself, she grabbed Ace's tie and tugged him towards her. In a seconds, their lips already moulded together, in perfect symphony.

Ace's left hand gripped the back of her neck, while his other hand held onto Emilia's hip. Her hand was still gripping his tie for dear life, while her other hand played with his dark curls.

Emilia's knees where about to give out, her heart practically trying to escape from her chest, but of course, these things only happen in Eroticas, and this Erotica was all in Emilia's head.

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"Then what are you still doing here?" Emilia yells. She couldn't take it any more, and honestly, neither can I.

"You're right. What am I doing here?" Ace scoffs. "And don't worry. I won't tell anyone your little secret." He pauses. "Cause I want nothing to do with you."

"Yeah well, the feeling is mutual."

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After that, Ace left. It was nighttime, so he decided to go back to the hotel he was staying at, on his way there, however, he needed to stop at the closest bar he could find. Sure, there was a bar at the hotel, but he was pissed off, and seriously needed a drink ASAP.

And so he stopped at la rabbia, which means The Rage, in Italian.

Get it? No? Okay...

Anyways. He went to a bar.

After twenty minutes of roaming around the palace, snapping at all the workers, then apologizing for snapping at all the workers, Emilia decided that she needed some fresh air so she decides to drive around the city, and where did she end up? Yes, you guessed it.

la rabbia.

And boy was that night...something.

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Emilia was awoken by the sound of her alarm going off and the immense sunlight that peaked through her curtains. Her head was spinning from the intense hangover she had and she felt as if her insides had just been rearranged.

Wait a minute. That doesn't sound right.

Emilia immediately sat up in her bed, only to realize it wasn't her bed, and the person laying asleep beside her was not at all Abigail, but instead... A very, very naked.

Ace-f*cking-Kingsman.

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Next week...

"What the hell am I doing here!?" she then adds. "Naked!?"

"You tell me! The last thing I remembers, is stopping at La rabbia for a drink, then I saw you and- Oh my God!"

"What? What is it?" Emilia abruptly turns around, forgetting that Ace is sitting on the bed, butt naked.

Ace who seems to have no problem with her seeing his naked body, mutters: "-And we had sex."