Chapter 5

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"Manson I ... I love you" she confessed, loud and clear.

Still, no sound came from the other side, so she groaned out, frowning cutely.

"Aren't you gonna talk? You should at least reply when you just heard a confession from a woman. This was so hard for me to do you can't just go mute like this" she whispered, playing with the nude-painted nails on her left hand.

"Manson?" She whispered again, her chin falling to her chest as the alcohol got the very best of her.

"I'm gonna kill him and ruin everything related to him. I'll take his house, his lifestyle, his father's position, his livelihood, and lastly I'm gonna take his head and deliver that to you in a damn paper bag" Colt's mad voice finally came, and her lids lifted.

Her chin left her chest, and her eyes went wide cos the alcohol cleared off her face immediately.

She took the phone off her ear and checked the screen. When she saw it's an unknown number, her eyes widened again, and she stood to her feet so fast.

That voice...she recognized it. The unhinged voice that spoke just now.

"Colt?" She said slowly, hoping it's not him despite knowing it's him

Can a miracle just happen?

"Colt?" She said again, but three beep sound reached her ears, indicating the end of the call.

He had ended the call!

She took the phone away from her ear, shakily dialling his line again, but he's not even picking.

"Oh no...why did I even drink so much when I know my alcohol intake is low? Damn me" She muttered, pacing the room.

How did he even get her number?

That's a question for another day but for now, what's she gonna do about him? He said everything like he meant them, and now Manson is in danger.

She dialled Manson's line again, and luckily, he picked up this time.

"Hey Mrs. Augustus. I missed your calls cos I was in front of the mirror, admiring my face" he grinned.

"You should stay away from Colt from now on, he's... he's got bad intentions" she said impatiently.

"Colt? How can I stay away from him when I love getting on the nerves of him and his brothers? It's my hobby so nah..." Manson said flatly.

"Manson stop! It's not even a joke so tell me you'll really stay away from him" she said.

"O....K... Mrs. Augustus is serious as hell this time. Tell me what happened in details" Manson replied.

"I can't say for now but please...do stay away from him" she said, sitting in bed.

"Fine...done" Manson replied.

"Promise me" she said.

"Cool down, woman... I'll stay away from him, goodnight" Manson replied, hanging up.

Hailey released a breath, calming her lungs as she dropped the phone.

That should be enough caution for now, and Colt is not even a match for Manson when it comes to a fight.

Manson's six packs are enough to scare anyone away, and besides...he visits the gym frequently, so his manpower must be massive.

"Calm down, Hailey" she told herself, standing up to clean the wine on the ground.

She went downstairs with plans to make herself some dinner, and she came across Leilani by the hall.

They walked past each other like they're invisible, but then Leilani turned around.

"You should leave this house if the sufferings gets too much, don't be a fool" she said.

Hailey stopped too, turning to her. Never in her life has she imagined Leilani, Blake's cruelest assassin to have empathy for her.

First was saving her from the staffs, and now telling her to leave this house?

She smiled slightly. "Thank you, but my marriage to Blake is not a normal marriage. In the documents, I already signed to be a maid in this house. Not like I love it, but I'm only doing it to pay my greedy parents back."

Leilani said nothing again, so Hailey smiled slightly again before leaving her, entering the kitchen.

While Judith and Blake are away, she'll take her time and eat whatever she likes.

She started humming, gathering ingredients for macarons and meatballs.

On the brighter side, it's even better that Manson didn't get to hear the confession.

She's not ready to tell him yet, alcohol just took her senses.

She was smiling as she placed water on the cooker, moving her waist to a music she's humming.

Colt can go to the pit of hell for the confession he heard, she doesn't care.

She suddenly got a mail, and she checked her phone.

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RR*

It's exactly 7:30 when Colt finally opened his office door for the entry of staffs, and Freya was the first to come in.

At Colt's orders, she cleared the softwares and took the systems out of the office, locking them back to where she got them.

When she came back, she met Colt still sitting in that one position on his chair, his blazing eyes showing the amount of fury he's experiencing right now.

Of all the people to confess to in New York, it had to be Manson Cobalt? The bastard he hates the sight of.

There's nothing as infuriating as the sound of her voice when she was saying it. That darn bedroom voice.

But maybe it's better this way. He hated him for no reason, but now there's a reason to hate him till death, and he's gonna do everything he said he'd to do to him.

How dare he be her crush? How dare he fuçking be her crush?

He wrapped his palm destructively on the phone he's holding, his brows doing the merge pull again and shoulders buffing.

"Sir, the staffs are afraid to go home without hearing from you. It's thirty minutes past working hours" Freya said carefully, and he looked up.

Quickly, she led the way out of the office, taking him to the large meeting area where every member of staff is waiting.

They all stopped talking immediately he showed up, and those who're sitting stood, even the old directors.

Colt checked the time first, seeing it's really really late.

Thanks to one woman he used his whole day to hunt for her number.

"Keeping you all here past working hours was bull, and you'll be compensated for it" he said, making the staffs squeal happily.

"Thank you, sir" Freya said beside him.

"I look forward to interesting cyber operations with everyone tomorrow, and submit every new game ideas to my desk before 8am" he addressed further, his tone so commanding as it should be.

"Yes sir!" They all chorused, their collective voices deep in the room.

The staffs are 200+

"Dismissed" he finally said, and everyone took a big bow as he left the room before them.

Freya followed him, and the remaining staffs let it all out.

* Compensation? That's my favorite part of his speech!

* That too on his first day? I can't wait for more!

* But I love his voice, that accent is hot, please.

* What's it gonna feel like, being in his bed?

* I know, right? As from tomorrow, I'm showing skin. He must notice me.

The room became heavy with chats as everyone exited, trooping out excitedly.

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Getting out of the building, the guards were already surrounding Colt's car again, and at this point, he's tired of them.

King Kaden insists on getting followed around by guards and it's fuçking sick.

Who does that shit these days?

Princes deserve some privacy too, but King Kaden won't hear of it.

As he walked to the car, he got his phone out, dialling Tristan's line.

"Oi, bro?" Tristan picked, and judging by the noises coming from his end, he's definitely in the fighting ring.

"No clubbing tonight?" Colt asked, getting in the car.

"Nick is at the club, I'll meet you guys later...mhua!" Tristan blew silly kisses, marring Colt's expression.

"Bîtch" he made faces, getting in the car after the driver opened the door.

"To the club" he told the driver who immediately started the drive.

"See you tomorrow!" Freya said loudly, bowing in front of the building till the car went out of sight.

She stood straight, brushing her hair with her fingers.

"From now on, I'm not wearing underwear under my outfits again. I'll bed him within a week" she said before going back inside.

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SENATOR'S MANSION*

Manson is still in front of his bathroom mirror, stark naked.

He has been checking himself out for the past one hour, and he just couldn't stop staring.

To him, he's the perfection no one deserves, and he does this self-fawning everyday without getting tired.

He took his dîck in hand, weighing it before chuckling, then he turned around.

"No one deserves me...no woman at all. This fineness is too much" he said, sweeping his hair back with his palm.

He took his phone to snap his nakedness, but then Senator Lucas came in.

Manson quickly wrapped a towel around his naked self.

"Look at you, Manson. Just take a good look at yourself. You're the splitting image of your mother. She was so self-absorbed that she killed herself, saying this world didn't deserve her, and now you're brewing that same insanity in your head too?" Senator Lucas said.

"Is it abnormal to appreciate my handsomeness? Please don't start nagging again, it's tiring" Manson replied, seeming annoyed.

Senator Lucas gave him a long look before sighing out, pointing an invite at him.

Manson took it slowly and opened it, his eyes widening.

"This is—"

"The yearly political Met Gala. It's happening tomorrow but you're too busy obsessing over yourself to notice posts about it all-over the internet. I have an important zoom meeting tomorrow at that same time, and I'm not going. You should go in my stead" Senator Lucas said.

"Of course , you know I was made for these things!" Manson gushed, and Senator Lucas rolled eyes at him before leaving the bathroom.

"Fûck! What should I wear? I should break records what should I fuçking wear!" Manson rushed out of the bathroom too.

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MOOLAH CLUBHOUSE*

"His Majesty wants us to go to the Met Gala instead of him?" Nickolas said, seeming surprised.

"Why are you surprised? We've literally been going every year in his place. A king doesn't belong there, so we do the honors" Tristan replied.

He arrived some minutes back, and right now the three brothers are together in their corner, filled with girls like the usual protocol.

Colt choose the reverse tonight cos instead of letting his slut touch him, he's the one doing the touching, running his fingers across the skin of the escort woman on his laps.

He wasn't even touching too much, but the slut was moaning sickeningly loud, shameless and desiring.

She almost came on his laps, and when he thinks about Hailey's silly confession again, he caresses further.

"Mmm-hh..." The woman moaned, wanting to hold on to his hair.

"Don't touch me" he instructed, so her hands fell on the couch, and her back arched as she expected his fingers inside her or his mouth on her breàsts, but he did none of that.

He touched her everywhere except those two places, and when she began squirming, he stopped.

"Get up, and get lost" he told her which she immediately obeyed.

A bouncer came to that angle, leaning into his ear and whispering something.

Immediately he left, Colt's eyes darkened, and he drank a cup of alcohol in a gulp.

"What's going on with you tonight?" Tristan asked worriedly.

"He didn't tell you? He later got the Prime Minister's wife number, and tell you what? She confessed her feelings for Manson in a drunk state" Nickolas said.

"What the fûck! Is Manson dead now?" Tristan laughed.

"Almost" Nickolas laughed with him.

"And what did the bouncer from earlier tell you?" Tristan asked.

"I told him to look into the thrashing issue, and he found out it was Manson who did it. The cameras captured him, and the doorman saw him too" Colt replied.

"I knew that rat would die by my fist one day. I'm gonna fuçking kill him" Tristan stood, but he immediately sat back when the female bartender appeared, bringing more drinks to their table.

Tristan's eyes were settled on her throughout, and when she finally left, Colt smirked.

"Are you catching crap feelings?"

"He has always been staring at her like that since last year, he's definitely bewitched" Nickolas replied.

"It's nothing, she's just...she's no one" Tristan drank from his cup, and then Cecily strong Cynthia arrived.

"You both came late and it's not funny, I'm sèx-starved" Nickolas said with a queer glare.

"Shh" Cecilia placed a finger on his lips, sitting on him.

Cynthia went to Colt, but before she could sit on him, he stood.

"I'm returning to the palace, not feeling it here tonight" he said, leaving instantly.

"The heck! Did he just ignore me? Is he a prude?" Cynthia gasped.

"Shut up, Cynthia" Tristan spoke

"Don't gimme that, Tris. I was all ready to pleasure him but he just took off like he did in the morning!" Cynthia slammed.

"Told you he has his mind on something, and till he gets her, he won't rest" Nickolas said.

"Her? A female?" Cynthia scoffed.

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PALACE, 9PM*

Rania's room was the first place Colt visited when he got back, and he met her sleeping peacefully in her bed already.

Her legs are sticking out, not covered by the duvet.

He was about to cover them when he noticed the wounds on them from the shattered coffee mug in the morning.

She didn't treat them at all.

Colt left the room, and five minutes later, he returned with balms and patches.

He sat beside her and took the legs one by one, applying the balm gently to avoid waking her, but she wasn't sleeping from the start.

She only pretended to be asleep when he saw him coming, and as Colt applied the balm on her, she opened her eyes, smiling like a fulfilled mother.

Colt finished applying and attached healing patches to the wounds before covering her well.

She quickly closed her eyes as he stood, walking out of the room.

As he walked back to his suite, he pressed PLAY on his phone, and Hailey's voice talked.

"Manson I ... I love you"

He actually recorded it earlier, and he was smirking as he listened.

"Boring as fûck" he muttered, gritting his jaws before getting a cigar pack.

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THE HAMPTONS*

On one of the long, cold beaches of the island, Minister Blake and Judith sat in the middle of a heart-shaped drawing, sweet-smelling delicacies on their table.

Blake had rented all that part of the island, so they're the only ones amidst bright lights and the cool refreshing air from the water.

Blake is holding her left hand while they're both currently eating ice cream with their right hands.

"So you're gonna send Hailey to the Met Gala to represent you? Remember you give the opening speech yearly as the Prime Minister, will she be doing that on your behalf too?" Judith spoke.

"She'll do it, and if she ruins my reputation, I'll give her a life-threatening torture that even Satan will cry for her when I'm done" Blake replied.

"I trust you" Judith smiled, getting a notification on her phone.

She picked it and smiled as she checked it out. It's about the upcoming design for her brand.

She posted the sample on Instagram already, and her fans are already going crazy over it.

She's gonna launch it next week unfailingly.

→ This design is new!

→ How do i preorder?

→ Please drop the link! I'll pay billions for this!

→ I wanna own the first piece!

→ No one can ever be like you, Judith!

The online comments made her chuckle again. Of course, she's the boss.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure the design gets sold out within a minute this time" Blake said.

"Aww!" Judith gushed, and Blake nodded as he stood, getting his phone to go make a call.

Judith took the opportunity to leave her Instagram. She went to Manson's page with her secret second account.

She was salivating as she stared at his pictures, and she reacted and commented the same thing on everything—MINE.

Leaving his page, she went to her contacts and dialled Lysandra's line.

While Leilani is Blake's favorite, Lysandra is hers.

Lysandra didn't take long before picking.

"Hello?"

"Do something for me tomorrow at the Gala" Judith said, looking back to make sure Blake is still far from her.

Hailey must fûck up tomorrow during the speech, and she can't wait for the life-threatening torture Blake has for her.

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NEXT DAY, PRIME MINISTER'S VILLA*

Thanks to the fact that Blake informed Hailey since last night, she didn't sleep.

She took her time to make a dress for herself using Judith's workroom.

When the dress got finished at noon, she was more than thrilled, and she has been staring at it since then, admiring her own workmanship.

The fact that she's the only one at home gave her the needed space, and she was even eating caviar as she read through the speech she'd be giving at the Gala.

Minister Blake sent it to her through email last night, and she has been reading it.

There should be no mistakes since she has mastered it, and now it's time to dress up for the Gala.

She entered the bathroom and had a gentle, soothing bubble bath, calming her skin layers.

When she came out with the towel wrapped around her body, she gently unwrapped it too, taking her time to cream and wear makeup.

It'd be sweet if Senator Lucas sent Manson to come in his place too. He's the only one she can't wait to see his reaction when he sees her.

She finished her make-up and smiled at her beautiful self in the mirror as she put on the accessories, then she stood to wear the perfectly tailored gown.

It took a while before she was able to zip up, but she did it anyways.

She slipped her soft feet into the shiny high heels with a metallic silver finish, delicate ankle straps and a subtle platform.

She unpacked her hair, allowing the dark locks to fall gorgeously before grabbing the matching purse which she made by herself too, then she sprayed herself the seduction-scented perfume and exited the room with a beauty stride.

She was smiling as she went downstairs, slaying catwalks till she got to the park where the golden-coloured Tesla is waiting.

Blake must have instructed the driver to take her cos the car door was already open, and as she walked towards it, the villa staffs look dumbfounded.

Those by the gate and those washing the cars even the female cleaners.

They lost their brooms and soaps to the ground as they watched her step into the car, and Hailey flashed them a mocking smile as the driver closed the door.

Even if today is the only day she'd get this glory, then she's ready for the aftermath.

She was prepared for anything as the driver zoomed out of the compound.

Lysandra appeared from the security quarters, and when she saw the car driving out, she dialled Judith.

"She left the villa just now" she reported.

"Go according to the plan, ruin her speech" Judith replied.

"Rest assured" Lysandra said, hanging up before leaving the villa too.

Leilani appeared from behind the park, strapping her gun in her hostler.

She wore a black mask before walking out of the compound.

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THE PLAZA HOTEL*

The hotel's rich history and plethora settings made the it the yearly location for the Gala.

Politicians from every nook and cranny of New York were already arriving at the filled red carpet.

The wives were doing the most as expected—their exposing dresses and designs are unexpected, and ninety nine percent of them are wearing outfits from Jud's World which shows how influential Judith is.

The paparazzi are much, and their cameras are at well-set angles to capture every moment of tonight.

Surely, the internet will be in chaos if there's even a slight anomalistic moment.

Manson arrived at the nick of time, and as usual, he piqued the interest of everyone like he does.

His suit is over-extra, studded with diamonds and thorny crystals so no one can even get close or hug him. He's wearing shades too despite the night.

His chest is bare as he's not wearing anything under the suit. There's a really big gold chain on his neck,, dangling as he walked. He dyed his hair gold too.

* He's so fuçking cool.

* Isn't he gay? Never seen him with a woman before.

* He's not gay, he's just narcissistic but damn, he's so fine.

Manson's shoulders couldn't come down as the compliments entered his head, the cameras capturing every part of him.

He's still on the red carpet when the princes showed up too, all three at once.

* My gawd!! Colt!!!

* Nick! Nick!!

* Tristan? I've been waiting for them like forever!

* No one is taking the top 3 most handsome males in New York from y'all!

* I'd die with you guys if I have the chance!

* Fûck! I wanna be their shoes!

The paparazzi were sickly insane with their comments, but the three didn't even look sidewards nor smile at the cameras, especially Colt.

The main reason he came here tonight is to make Manson bleed, and nothing is stopping that. He's killing Manson or better still, give him a near-death experience.

Tristan is chewing gum sassily while Nickolas is on his phone, but Colt has his eyes directly on his target... Manson.

Manson is still on the red carpet, but he has stopped moving when the brothers came in cos all attention shifted to them, and he's currently boiling with rage.

Another uproar suddenly happened, and in the history of New York political Met Gala, it has never been that loud before.

The crazy smell of seduction filled the air first, then everyone else got clocked when she walked into the red carpet like Aphrodite, looking unreal.

It's Hailey, one and only.

Her dress is a one-of-a-kind masterpiece, a strapless floor-sweeping gown made from layers of hand-beaded silk organza with a mesmerizing shade of sapphire blue which caught the light with every of her movement.

The boned bodice showcased her toned skin while the full tail created a dramatic red-carpet-worthy design. A delicate beaded belt cinched at the waist, emphasizing her curves.

Delicate, sparkling, silver threads weave throughout the beading, creating a sense of movement and shimmer.

She's like the belle, the highlight of the Gala.

Her entrance turned heads, and Colt's was one of them, together with his brothers.

Colt couldn't explain the primal surge that happened in his flesh of flesh afterwards, but it was raw and deep.

His lashes couldn't hug each other, and his bones felt hollow like there's no marrow.

He felt lightheaded like he's drunk, and his hand slipped out of his pocket without his knowledge.

Manson was wide-eyed too, he had to remove his shades as everyone began murmuring.

* That's Judith's design!

* The one she's planning to launch next week!

* How did she get it?

*Isn't she the Prime Minister's wife? Judith is the girlfriend so maybe she gave her.

* Impossible! Judith hates Hailey!

* Then how?

* But she's beautiful, shit!

* Too beautiful

* My gawd!

Truly, it's the design Hailey drew for Judith two days ago. She intentionally tailored the same design for herself.

The internet began burning, and several people began tagging Judith, calling her to come witness the ongoing saga as Hailey stole the attention of the Met Gala multitude.

The paparazzi nearly photographed the life out of her as she turned around and revealed her purse in another smiley pose, knowingly positioning her @ss in an angle which has everybody in a chokehold.

Colt swallowed emptiness, unable to breath well and fûck! His dîck got awakened in his pants, poking his thigh.

TBC