Sinister Obsession: Macsen Massey (Emperor Series, #3) ✔️

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

It's truly a bad day for Emperor Macsen. He hasn't recovered yet from his injury the other night, and another problem came up. An attack happened in the palace, revealing that there's really a spy around. Who could it be? It's frustrating him; everything's falling messily. His family keeps giving him hints, and he's not dumb enough not to get them, but he doesn't want to believe the tricks playing in his mind. He'll find out the truth with his own hands.

"Emperor, an attack happened last night. A few were hurt. Good thing our soldiers were faster than the assassins," the commander reported. When he was down due to the hundred lashes he received, the attack happened. Meaning, the spy knows that he's not present or that he's being punished, so they made a move. The spy knows his whereabouts; that imbecile is probably close to him.

He sighed as he tried to hide his fresh pain; he hadn't been healed by the medics yet. "Report everything to me."

The commander continued speaking. "It's the same assassins from the last time. We've been secretly receiving attacks from the same group and we haven't catched one yet. It's kind of weird how they know their route to the palace and how they're aware of the structure of our empire. It's as if someone's been giving them ideas."

He clenched his fist. So this is it, huh? Wherever the fuck they came from and whoever the fuck commands them to mess with him will all rot sooner. "What do you mean?"

The commander replied. "Your majesty, someone inside the palace might be spreading information. That's why the assassins know where they're going to attack. The other night and last night, they knew you weren't in the chamber, so they made a move. As long as you're not present, this keeps happening, so they know information about you."

He gritted his teeth. "There's a fucking spy in my palace, huh?"

"Good thing this time, we've got their logo." The commander took out a piece of cloth, and something was woven on it.

"Give it to me." He took the piece of cloth and read the big letters aloud. "AHTSAA."

"This is probably an organization," the commander suggested.

"No, it's not." A voice from behind spoke like a shadow that suddenly appeared after being concealed in the dark. It was Emperor Maximus; he hasn't left yet.

"What do you mean, Maximus?" Macsen asked.

Emperor Maximus took the piece of cloth. "Look carefully, Macsen. It's the logo of our family's enemy. The logo of the clan who abducted you! They're trying to get back at you. Read the letters carefully and think!"

"What the fuck?" Macsen reacted.

Emperor Maximus clenched his teeth. "And believe me or not, that servant of yours has something to do with this."

"Are you telling me she's the spy?" Emperor Macsen asked in dismay.

"Well, who else?" Emperor Maximus responded confidently.

"Fuck you, Maximus. She has no reason to do this at all. She can't even speak."

Emperor Maximus smirked and cut him off. "And you fucking believe that? Women are good actresses, you know. You thought what you see is what you're getting, but the truth is there's something deep hidden within them. She has an agenda, and she might be the one who was sent to make your fall happen. This is why if you don't get rid of her, I will. If I see you with her again, I'll definitely shoot her head without a cue, Macsen. Believe me."

Emperor Macsen stood speechless. He doesn't know how to respond with those sharp words. He doesn't want to make a messy decision, but now he needs to be careful.

"She's the spy! She's been fooling you all this time, Macsen! Poor you, a fucking Vassily has been fooled!" Emperor Maximus mocked.

"You were fucking brainwashed. Isn't she suspicious from the beginning? An innocent-looking girl disguised as a man survived among the bulky men in the palace? And she fucking lived all this time? What do you mean, she just adapted to the environment without proper training? That part is already suspicious; what more of the part that she can't speak and yet she fucking screams your name so loud that I can fucking hear it outside your fucking chamber?"

Emperor Macsen was stunned. What the fuck is happening? There's no Vassily who has been manipulated. That girl, that servant—is she fooling him all this time?

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He's really frustrated. He's been stressing over a lot of things, so he made sure not to visit her yet. He's kind of mad; with all the jumbled information running through his head, he might hurt her in no time. He was relaxing in his chamber while the doctors were mending him when the servant he had been avoiding arrived and immediately went to him to greet him.

"Your majesty..."

He frowned. He doesn't feel the same. With all the information he heard earlier, he doesn't feel the same anymore. "What are you doing here? Are you here to ruin my day? Do you think you can casually come and talk to me because something happened between us? Who do you think you are now? My Empress? My concubine?"

"Your majesty?" Her eyes widened in shock. "I'm so sorry. I just heard what happened to you, so I came here to check on you and take good care of you, your majesty. I'm so sorry if I crossed the line. I apologize; please spare me."

"Do you have something to tell me, Belle?" he asked.

She stared at him with innocent eyes. Damn, those manipulative eyes fooled the fuck out of him. "I'm sorry, but what do you mean, your majesty? I don't get what you're saying. My intention of coming here is genuine, and I just want to help you."

"Or have you been lying to me all this time?" he added, disregarding her words.

"What do you mean, your majesty? Why would I lie to you? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I'm really not aware."

He clenched his fist, and the doctors immediately noticed his mood. "Tell me the truth right now. Have you been fooling me?"

"What are you saying?" she asked. It looks like she's about to cry.

"Who are you? Tell me, who the fuck are you? What are you doing here? How did you get here? Fuck Belle, now I'm curious about your whole existence." He frustratedly and dangerously yelled.

Belle was too stunned to speak; he didn't hear a single word from her mouth. He didn't see any actions or explanations from her dainty fingers. She just kept silent; it looks like that question shocked her. And that just made him doubt her more.

"You won't say anything? Fuck it! Just say anything and I'll believe you! Come on, servant. Say something!" He frustratedly exclaimed.

She started crying. "Your majesty, I'm sorry."

He frowned confusedly. "Fuck what? Damn it. You're—fuck? For real? You've been fooling me all this time? Fuck, I've been played, huh? Well, don't get your hopes up, servant. You're nothing but a toy I have to play when I'm bored. Now I've grown tired of you. Don't ever come to me again unless I call for you, which will never happen again."

"Your majesty..." She started crying in front of him, in front of the doctors and other servants in the room.

"Fuck, leave!" He yelled.

He saw the doctors give her a signal, and she panicked. "I'm sorry, I'll just leave."

"Leave; I don't fucking need you, you disgusting servant." He said.