chapter 3

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Her jaws dropped, causing her to step back as quick as possible from him.

She thought him as a savior, but he actually turned out to be a full-time pervert, and right now, a slow, perverted smile is on his lips as the smokes poured sinfully out of them.

She took the second step back, planning to run when she takes the third one.

"Are you scared, sunshine?" He spoke again, his voice so low, yet powerful and domineering.

The force in the air is undeniable, and she finally took the third step, turning around and scrambling out of the corner like a scaredy-cat, totally forgetting about the apples.

Colt took a full drag, watching her unmistakable back view till she went out of sight, then he returned his eyes to the wounded thieves who're still groaning on the ground.

He gave the one lying closest to him a spinning kick, and the unlucky guy flew to a nearby pole, passing out with foamy blood pouring out of his mouth.

"Ask who's the boss before acting bossy, else you'll find yourselves floating on the surface of a river...dead" he said, his cadence off the rails.

He discarded his burning cigar on the belly of one of them, and that one began rolling on the floor, trying to shake off the burns.

Colt walked out of the corner, checking his bloody fist out.

He was actually still on his drive when the car felt too confined, so he decided to park and come out for a stroll, then he walked into the scene.

The plan was to save the damsel in distress and get her in his bed tonight unfailingly, but she turned out to be the so-called Prime Minister's wife, and then the intent changed.

He saved her anyways, and now she's owing him a favor which he'd collect for sure.

When he got back to the main road, she was completely gone like he expected, so he smiled intentionally again before getting back in his car.

He searched for the trendiest exclusive clubhouse in this city right now, and he immediately got the answer.

He swerved the car to the other side of the road, giving his lips slow-slow bites as he drove down the road.

--

PRIME MINISTER'S VILLA*

Hailey looked like a ghost when she got down from the taxi in front of the villa.

She just knew she's in for shit tonight, and there's no escaping it.

She lost Judith's apples to the corner, and she was lucky to escape the perverted savior and get a taxi back home, but now she's left with how to explain.

What's she gonna tell Judith?

She took a deep breath before proceeding into the house, and as expected, the villa staffs are still out.

The drivers are still washing the cars, and the cleaners are busy in preparation for tomorrow too. The doormen are having lively chats with them.

As she walked past them, one of the drivers threw a bar of soap at her, and it hit her head hard.

She didn't bother to stop since it's not new. The staffs take pleasure in bullying her, following Judith's orders.

Anyone who bullies her the most gets to be Judith's favorite staff and will get additional meals from her.

Hailey hasn't gone too far when another bar of soap hit her on the back, but she didn't stop as the staffs cracked up with laughter.

Another bar of soap flew forward, about to hit her in the face, but someone appeared and caught it before it could hit her.

It's Leilani, Blake's favorite assassin.

Her dark lashes were unblinking as she threw the bar of soap back to the staff who threw it.

It hit the staff on the throat, and the staff fainted for real. The hit was too lethal coming from Leilani.

"Thank you" Hailey smiled.

Leilani didn't even look at her nor reply, she just continued her saunter.

Hailey proceeded inside, and Leilani finally stopped, looking back.

When she saw Hailey is gone, she proceeded too, but just outside the security quarters, Lysandra blocked her.

"Did you just save Hailey from the staffs? You're not scared Judith might kill you?" She said.

"Out of my way" Leilani glared, hard.

"I'll do you the favor of reporting it to Judith, you can await your punishment" Lysandra glared back.

"This unnecessary gossiping and nose-poking is the reason you'll never match up to me. You'll forever be below, where you belong" Leilani hit her with the words like whips before walking out on her.

Lysandra punched the pillar beside herself in anger.

"Leilani..."

--

On getting inside, Hailey didn't meet Judith in the living room as expected, so she went upstairs and knocked softly on her door.

"Judith?"

"Are you here with the apples? Throw them in the bin, I lost my appetite" Judith's voice came from inside.

It doesn't take a genius to know she's currently orgasming. Her hoarse voice is enough confirmation. She must be pleasuring herself.

Hailey thanked her stars before proceeding to her own room, falling in bed tiredly.

So she went out for nothing, and if the perverted savior hadn't appeared, she'd have been robbed and raped by the thieves.

She sighed out, the face of the pervert appearing in her head again.

"Who's he anyways? He didn't look like any random guy" she muttered.

Her phone rang with a buzz in her purse, and she quickly sat up to take it.

It's Manson on screen, a video call.

She smiled widely before picking the call, settling down properly in bed and hugging a pillow.

When Manson's face came to screen, she chuckled.

"Hey, narcissist"

"Hey, Mrs. Augustus" Manson replied with the same tone, and her expression turned sour.

"Don't call me that"

"What? Isn't that your husband's surname? Or did you forget you're married to Blake Augustus, the ugliest prime minister ever" Manson replied, and Hailey sighed.

"If you're gonna keep talking about him, I'm hanging up"

"You wouldn't do that to your college best friend, would you? We were extra close back then at Aristocrats College, so much that people thought we were dating" Manson said proudly, and Hailey chuckled again.

"Don't remind me, please"

"Why not? Girls got jealous of you cos I hated them and took you as my befriend. I'm sure they'd kill you if they had guns back then, especially Judith, your husband's girlfriend. We both know she loves me" Manson laughed in total mockery, standing from the chair he's sitting on.

He's wearing nothing on his lower body except tight condom boxers.

"Goodnight" Hailey quickly said, clicking red and throwing the phone under the sheets, then she piled the duvet over herself.

Their college times is not something she wants to reminisce about, not when it gives her absolute butterflies.

Truly, she was Manson's only female friend in college, and other girls hated her for it, but it wasn't easy for her too cos back then, Manson saw her as 'just' a friend, and presently, he's still seeing her as 'just' a friend.

But as for her, she tripped so bad for him, and she's still tripping hard.

She's got feelings for Manson Cobalt.

--

MOOLAH CLUBHOUSE*

The devious music was flooding through the veins and flesh of everyone present, and the dance floor is full to the edges with dancing bodies rolling and rocking together in sin.

The exclusive clubhouse is for elites, and that's why bouncers are staged everywhere in the entrances for coordination.

There are rooms for darker sins in the inner parts of the club, but those who has zero control could be seen taking each other under the neon lights.

Colt got eye-raped by the girls begging for his dîck as he pushed past the crowd of rich youths in their twenties, searching for his brothers.

Finding them wasn't a task—Nickolas is a noisemaker, and his voice filled the spot he sat in with Tristan and several escort girls surrounding them.

Every girl in their angle is totally naked, and Nickolas was kissing one of them on his laps when Colt joined them.

"Thought you weren't coming" Tristan said surprisingly as Colt settled in the middle of the two.

"What did I tell you, I said he'd get bored in the palace and come find us. I know Predator better than any fuçking body" Nickolas replied.

"You're a real bîtch when you're drunk" Colt said, pouring a small cup of beer down his throat.

"Who's drunk? Bro, I'm sober" Nickolas said despite the fact that he's reeking of alcohol.

A naked slut sat on Colt's laps, and he scrutinized her body thoroughly with his eyes.

Clean-shaven pu$$y, wide @ss, big breàsts and fake plastic surgery face which is so obvious judging by her nose and cheekbones.

She leaned in trying to kiss his lips, but he lowered his lids before speaking...

"You kiss me, I'll snap your neck. Ion kiss sluts"

The woman started caressing his body instead, and he relaxed to her hands.

"So you're still with your I Don't Kiss Sluts Policy?" Tristan said beside him.

"Pretty much" Colt replied, his mind reverting to the Prime Minister's wife... Her lips.

"My main toys already thought you weren't coming, so they refused to come. You'll meet them some other time" Nickolas said.

"Who are they anyways? Angels?" Colt said as the slut on his laps unbuttoned his shirt, caressing his bare body and the killer abs.

"They're identical twins, bad twins" Tristan tipped, shaking his head.

"Twins? Aren't you doing more than your teacher now?" Colt grinned.

"It's normal to be badder than your teacher, bro" Nickolas replied, playing with the titties of his own slut.

A female bartender brought more drinks to their angle, and as she set the drinks on the table, Tristan couldn't take his eyes off her.

When she was done, she left without making eye contact with anyone, and Tristan still didn't stop looking at her.

"You're raping her with your eyes, dude" Colt said, and Tristan immediately stood.

"Will be back" he said, but just as he stepped out of their angle, a drunk guy bumped into him, throwing up on his shirt.

In rage, Tristan gave him a loaded blow which threw him to the floor easily, making the alcohol clear off his face.

He spranged up, but Tristan immediately took off his shirt, throwing it on the guy's face.

"What the fûck!" The guy took the shirt and threw it on the floor.

"Go down on your filthy knees and apologize to me!" Tristan spat.

"And why would I apologize?" The guy laughed, and in another minute, Nickolas was already at the scene, slapping the guy madly in the face.

The guy staggered back, falling on a table. Nickolas raised a leg to place on his chest.

"Apologize on your knees, or you'll lose your knees" he muttered, lowering himself for more effect.

By now, every music playing in the club is off, leaving everyone to gather around the scene.

* The princes?

* How did this start?

* It doesn't matter, the guy needs to apologize before they render him legless.

* Can they really do that?

* Are you kidding? They're like the three horsemen, you don't see their bouncers and military guards surrounding the club?

"Apologize!" Nickolas demanded again, and the guy laughed out loud, his lips split from the slap.

"Why would I? It's just vomit, no hard feelings" he said, and now it's Colt's turn to take over.

He snatched him from Nickolas, and when the guy took the chance to attack, Colt kneeled him on the groin, making him pee on himself.

"Hmmnn!!" He groaned as he was pushed to the ground by Colt who faced the crowd.

"Feeling queasy? Come make a mess on him" he said, and that was it.

Several drunk people were pushed forward, and they began vomiting on the guy who wouldn't dare to move.

When the sixth drunk person vomited on him, he struggled to his feet, but Colt gave him a deep jab on the tummy, making him fall on his knees.

"Apologize, or they'll pee in your mouth next" he said, his voice clear like crystal.

The guy looked around, feeling shameful with the several eyes on himself especially the girls. The vomit on his body stinks like hell, and he fought a blink before facing Tristan.

"I'm sorry" he finally apologized.

"You're not allowed to step this clubhouse again. Ion care who your father is" Tristan replied, walking out of the clubhouse.

His brothers followed him out, and everyone in the club screamed in admiration, shouting your highnesses as they made their exit.

The guy ran out of the clubhouse, smelling so bad.

--

NEXT MORNING, MONARCHIAL PALACE*

Colt opened the door to Rania's room and met her sitting on the bed edge, looking deserted with tearful face.

Immediately he entered, Rania stood, wiping the tears as she walked to him.

"Colt"

He revealed his right hand, showing her a car key which she took slowly.

"Getting jealous of Queen Victoria's Ferrari is bullshit, that's the key to yours, get it from the park" he said sternly, and she smiled.

"Seriously? Thank you! Thank you Colt I love you so much! I know you love me too you just don't like showing it! Don't worry, I won't hurt maids again and I'll change" she said.

"I hate your promises, they're invalid" he replied, pushing his hands into his slacks pockets.

"This one is valid, I promise! I'll make your favorite food by myself this morning before the maids take over the kitchen" she smiled again.

"Is there a program today?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah... His Majesty is meeting with his subordinates in his courtroom. That includes the Prime Minister, The Senator, The Earl, The military higher ups and several others. There's an ongoing case I think" Rania explained.

"Does that include their wives?" Colt replied.

"Yeah! They're coming with their wives" Rania nodded, and Colt's eyes darkened.

"You don't have to make me breakfast, leave it to the maids"

"No. I'll make it and you'll eat, you don't miss my food?" Rania pouted like a kid, and he smiled.

"Make it then"

"Of course!" She gushed, rushing out of the room.

The first person she met on the wide staircase was Victoria.

"Good morning, Rania" Victoria greeted.

"Pocket your greetings" Rania pushed her out of the way, waving her Ferrari keys at her.

"My son got me one, you can't separate us you'll keep failing, witch!" She sneered, going downstairs angrily.

Victoria said nothing as she went her way.

--

PRIME MINISTER'S VILLA, 7AM*

Judith entered Hailey's room and met her sitting on her chair, her head on the vanity table with a drawing card in front of her.

She finished drawing the new design at 5am, and she slept off afterwards.

Judith took the drawing, her eyes brightening when she saw the insanely beautiful design.

"Yes! This is it! My fans will go crazy I swear! Fûck! This is too insane!" She hugged the drawing.

Hailey raised her head from the table, looking at her drowsily.

She didn't get enough sleep at all.

"For a job well done, you can eat from the kitchen today, and oh...your shameless parents are here again" Judith said.

Hailey frowned, knowing exactly why they came.

They're probably low on funds again.

She left the room and went downstairs to meet her parents with Blake in the living room.

Luke and Suzy Astor, the greatest thorns of her life.

"Look at my daughter! You're shinning. Minister Blake thank you, it's so obvious you're taking care of her!" Suzy stood, pulling Hailey to her side.

Hailey was looking at her as she spoke, her expression unfathomable.

"She's my dear wife, who'd take care of here if not me?" Blake replied, drinking from a coffee mug.

He's sitting big like the entitled owner of their lives.

"I really appreciate your efforts, honourable prime minister" Luke spoke, standing up too.

Hailey looked at her shameless father, and her hatred for him spread.

Blake snapped his fingers, and his manager came in with a heavy envelope and a document.

"Here, your monthly allowance" Blake gave them the heavy big envelope which definitely containers cash.

"Thank you minister!" Suzy quickly took it.

"And this is the signature you wanted from His Majesty for your new business, it's approved" Blake gave then the documents, and Luke took that one.

"Thank you minister! I can't thank you enough!" Luke nearly began jumping.

"And you, Hailey. Go get ready, there's a meeting you're going with me in the evening, at the palace" Blake said.

"You're taking her to the palace? Yes!!" Luke and Suzy hugged each other.

With hidden anger, Hailey went upstairs, and Blake smirked, watching Suzy and Luke go crazy over money and connections.

So far he gives them money and needed connections, they'll be his lackeys forever, and so far they remain his lackeys, Hailey will remain a maid in this house—a maid for his Judith.

Blake smirked again, taking another sip from his mug.

--

PALACE, 6PM*

Cars of different rich calibers were already driving into the royal compound, and the park is at peak with vainglorious rides.

Everyone is trooping out of their cars with their wives and heading for the courtroom where the meeting with the king is gonna happen.

Colt and his brothers are by the outer balcony of the main mansion, watching everything with keen eyes.

Colt is smoking while Nickolas and Tristan have iced cups of iced alcohol with them.

"I hate days like this, seeing people drive into this compound is pissy" Tristan said.

"But it's fun, at least I get to see the backsides of their wives" Nickolas shrugged.

"You're perfectly designed for hell" Tristan said.

"Of course, be my guest" Nickolas replied, and Tristan smirked.

"I still stand on my words, Minister Blake's wife is the hottest" he said.

"But his girlfriend Judith is the sexiest, I live for her hips" Nickolas replied, and Tristan chuckled.

"How did His Majesty become friends with such man though? Minister Blake is a known animal"

"They've been friends since they were young, you didn't hear the story?" Nickolas replied.

Their chats continued without any contribution from Colt.

He's just smoking, his eyes on the park, awaiting the arrival of Blake.

Senator Lucas Cobalt arrived next, and as expected, Manson his son came with him.

"Is he his father's wife or what? Why always following him?" Tristan made faces.

"Gawd...I hate that guy" Nickolas sneered, swirling the ice in his cup.

From the next car, Blake came out, and Hailey came down with him.

Colt was about to take a drag when he saw her, but he stopped, reversing his hand.

His lashes lowered as he watched her—her dress, her curves.

Tristan and Nickolas exchanged glances when they saw him staring, and they smirked at the same time.

--

Hailey wore a blue diamond dress which molded with her curves, and despite the fact that it covered her up well, she still looks so beautiful.

She did a light makeup, and her extremely long dark hair reached her backside.

Her heels are tall and slender, but the way she's walking in them is so fuçking perfect.

Blake gave her a glare, and she gulped before starting to walk closely beside him, the eyes of other rich men on them.

She was fidgeting as she took each step, and her braveness began disappearing.

It's her first time coming with him him to the palace, and she's trying hard to get herself together.

Her eyes caught the balcony, and when she saw the three brothers looking down at her, she blinked, but when she saw the one in the middle, her eyes widened.

The pervert from last night!

Wait... is he part of the princes?

She knows the one on his right and left as the first and third princes.

Does that mean he's the second prince?

It tallies, that explains why he didn't look random.

When their eyes met, his eyes went droopy, and she dragged in a breath.

"Get here, idiot!" Minister Blake shouted from the front, and she quickly rushed to catch up with him.

Blake badly wanted to punch her or slap her, but they're in public, so he decided to save it for when they get home.

When they arrived at the front of the royal courtroom, he faced her.

"Go to the tent for the wives, wives aren't allowed in the meeting" he said.

"Ok" Hailey replied, and he went in, leaving her out.

Of course...wives aren't needed in the meeting, the rich men just came with them to show off.

She turned around the locate the wives tent, but she met Colt behind herself already.

"I remember thanking you last night" she said curtly, walking away from him already.

Colt grabbed her arm, making her turn back to him swiftly, her hair hit his face, and his nose caught the scent of her hair wash.

"What are you doing!" She gasped.

"You can't walk away when I'm still talking" he replied, meaning it.

What the hell is up with this guy?

"What do you want?" Hailey questioned, softening a bit.

"You, in my bed" he replied flatly, and she gasped out before scoffing.

"Are you out of your mind? I'm a married woman you jerk! Here!" She waved her ring in front of him.

"Married to that thing?" Colt replied with a mocking glint in his eyes.

"Get off me!" She released herself, breathing hard.

"Your number" he said, and she scoffed again, her eyes filled with disinterest.

"You don't deserve that, can't believe you're a prince...so fuçking shameless" she shot, stepping back.

"Mrs. Augustus!" Manson's voice broke into the scene, and relief showed in her eyes when she saw him approaching.

Before Manson could get to them, she already went to him.

"Let's go" She pulled him, leaving with him.

Manson looked back, winking at Colt who's already thinking of a suitable graveyard for him.

Colt went back to the balcony straight up, meeting his brothers again.

"The RR company His Majesty wants me to take over, it's a cyber game company, isn't it?" He asked.

"Yeah...the top 2 globally with the most successful expensive games in this continent" Nickolas nodded.

"There are mad useful softwares too, you can get the phone number of anyone you want so far the person is in New York" Tristan added.

Without waiting, Colt went back downstairs, leaving the two in awe.

"What's he up to?" Nickolas muttered.

--

COURTROOM*

"There's a report about a bank manager going missing with his five years old daughter yesterday. I'd have left this to the cops to take care of, but the case seems deeper than ordinary, reason why I called y'all here for mind-rubbing" King Kaden addressed his subordinates.

He's seated majestically on his modern throne, his calmness contagious.

The subordinates are all seated regally in their respective chairs, housed by a long glass desk on which voice aids are attached for better hearing.

"Heard yesterday was his daughter's birthday, and he had went out to have fun with her, how pitiful" Minister Blake said innocently.

He looks totally like a saint as he spoke with much pity in his eyes.

"His bank records should be well-investigated, he might not be clean" the senator said.

"That's still ongoing" King Kaden said.

Minister Blake made to talk again, but then the courtroom door bursted open, and Colt stepped in, shocking everyone.

He moved with an unnerving deliberation, his face a mask of calculated cruelty as he approached like a gathering storm.

"We're in a meeting here, Colt! You can't just barge in because you're a prince!" Minister Blake spranged up, and Colt immediately stopped in front of him.

A sly, roguish smile settled on his lips as he rested his palms on the table...

"Why don't you add CEO to that name? CEO Colt Clifford" he said, and Blake frowned in total confusion.

The others began murmuring confusingly too, not understanding a thing.

"Colt?" King Kaden called from the front, and Colt faced him squarely.

"I'll take over RR like you want, I suddenly wanna be a fuçking CEO" Colt replied....