His Worst Mistake

Pet the King...

TRIGGER WARNING❗❗❗❗⚠️⚠️⚠️🔞🔞🔞:

There are referrals to sexual scenes 🔞🔞🔞 in this chapter.

There are also scenes which relate to:

- Sexual abuse

- Paedophilia

- Child abuse

- Torture and inhumane treatment

Read at your own risk. 18 only 🔞

Margot watched as Troy dressed in his Royal Regalia to head out for official business. 

She sat on an armchair in a white summer dress and flats. She had decided to follow the man on his assignment to the social care sites. 

The country had five large institutions children in care stayed at. All situated in five main regions. Troy had to make his regular bi-annual visit to these institutions for an inspection. 

Troy's attire had changed to Red now. His medals he donned on his attire had increased. 

The man looked handsome and majestic in his attire and Margot held herself from drooling. 

"Done now?" Margot asked and Troy nodded. 

"Let's go" He said as he held his hand to her. 

Margot took his hand and stood. 

The two walked hand in hand to the sleek black car that waited for them at the Palace entrance. 

Soon they arrived at the first site. 

Margot sat at the side watching the children play. 

She had no official rights to meddle in the affairs Troy was going to handle today.

She heard a bit of their conversation however and she could not help but peek into the room. 

"Are you saying 3 million Crofs vanished just like that???!!!! These children have had the bare minimum when it came to nutrition and care because of that?" Troy roared and the plump man who had introduced himself as head of the institution when they had first arrived shivered. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and although he looked scared, Margot could tell the man sneered at Troy in his heart. 

She frowned and entered the room. 

"Show me the books" she commanded and everyone looked at her in surprise. 

"I said show me the books"  Margot repeated and John moved to let Margot sit. 

Margot took a quick glance through the last six months of the Institution's finances. 

"What's 'RDM Shops'?" Margot asked, her eyes still on the books. 

"Ah...that's the store we get food items from" the plump man answered and Margot raised her eyes to glare at him.

"I will ask one more time. Lie to me and I swear you would spend the rest of your life in the dungeons. What's RDM shops?" Margot asked again in a dangerous tone. 

The man and his assistants gulped. 

When the men stayed silent, Margot spoke again. 

"You see...I think you've been siphoning funds into a fake account. It's more of money laundering now since it's gone between a business and a 'sales' account. I'm not sure how you'd do it but I reckon you'd have to cough up over 15 million Crofs between now and tonight. I won't repeat myself. Every dime you've taken since you were put as head of this Institution must be returned between now and 9pm tonight. Or I swear...you'd find yourself in a place so dark you'd beg the devil for freedom, not God." Margot gritted out in a dangerous tone.