DEVIOUS LOVE

Chapter 41 - Inevitable Truth

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"I don't think Jennie is the Ruby Jane," Weston quietly said to his younger brother.

They were near the foot of the staircase leading to the platform. From where they stood, they could see the dashing couple begin to walk away from the dance floor.

The King gave a magnificent performance. None could compare. He held her with the adoration of a lover but gazed at her like a mistress. It was evident his emotions were surface level, and never enough to touch his heart.

This didn't surprise Weston. All along, he knew the King was not capable of compassion, empathy, or the likes of that nature. Perhaps he also did not know how to love.

"You already told me that. I'm not deaf, you know," Easton snorted.

Easton crossed his arms and continued to watch them. His eyes never left His Majesty. Occasionally, he would scan the room for any threats.

"I'm just reminding you of the obvious," Weston snapped. His temper was not at it's finest today.

Weston was supposed to carry out an order, but for once, he failed. The King of Wraith didn't comment on that—which was strange. Considering the nature of His Majesty, he was the first to point out a mistake.

"I know you did a background check on her and gave it to His Majesty," Weston stated. "Her birthday is on Halloween, but the time was logged as 11:58 P.M. which is too close to midnight for comfort."

"Oh."

"On top of that, the doctor and nurse that helped Crown Princess Addison give birth suddenly retired and has never been heard from," Weston said.

"It's just a strange coincidence. That's all. I still think Princess Jennie is the Ruby Jane," Easton murmured. "Why else would the King enjoy being in her presence? He sneaks off to see her."

Weston narrowed his eyes. "He hasn't entertained a woman for a while now. He's bored. He wants a plaything. Eventually, the prey will bore him."

Easton didn't comment. It was the cycle of how the King treats his previous women. Though, it had been a long time since His Majesty was seen with anyone. The timeline was strange... How long has it been? A decade? Two decades?

Easton couldn't remember, nor care. "Didn't you tell me she outwitted you earlier? How can someone so weak win over you?"

Weston pressed his lips together. He shot a glare towards his brother. He rarely suffered a loss, unless it was to His Majesty. But today, a woman had bested him. She laid out the rules that he set and trampled over his orders. He had never seen that side of her.

"I don't know," Weston gritted out. He was highly irritated about the events of tonight.

The King never listens!

What was the point of becoming his close friend and advisor if His Majesty rarely took Weston's advice? Weston didn't graduate with multiple degrees, reach a Master's in several topics, all for nothing! The majority of his youth had been spent in school, training to help His Majesty. They had been friends for as long as they could remember, and it was quite a winding timespan.

"Perhaps she's not as dreary as we expected," Easton mused.

Weston let out a scoff. "She was with a friend. It's a one-time thing. Women feel empowered in groups."