Of Woes and Shadows (Wednesday x reader)

Chapter 76: Dirty plays Part 2 (S2)

Y/N's pov:

Your head was going to explode within the next few seconds. Your twitching eyebrow counted down the seconds. And if it didn't you were going to bang your head into the damn wall till your head no longer existed.

Looking up from the magazine to see Y/B/F/N downing an entire Grey Goose and Hennessy bottles.

"How the hell did this get out!?" You shout. The rest of your men coil back as your cousin/best friend gargles the alcohol in her mouth.

"W-we don't know! We did as you told us! Keep any information involving Evelynn's interaction with the court hidden!" Said Y/F/N. Others agreed and even gave examples of how they misled, destroyed, or hid information.

You turn to Evelynn, who was doing her makeup on your bed. She shrugs as she finishes her mascara. But her eyes betray the nonchalant attitude. They were seething with anger. The shadows around the room moved like flames.

You continue to stare at her- not believing her even for a second. With a huff and eyeroll she slams her pocket mirror closed. Returning the serious face to you.

"Do you really think I would allow those photos to be published? I don't let amateurs take photos of me Tepes!" she hisses while yanking the magazine from your hand and pointing at one of the Canon photos of her.

"Plus this comment-" she points to the comment about her career being on hiatus and asking people for help. "Only the first half is in my words! The rest was fabricated!"

You nod and rub your head. She was right, which only made your head hurt even more. The vocabulary and tone didn't sound like her. Plus, the comment about her break was a year old, but it was for her secret project with her friend Ahri. If it wasn't Eve then was it dad? Or some noble?

A cold drop of sweat ran down your temple, twisting your stomach so that it felt like it was tearing. Or could this be a message from our enemies, saying they see our every move?

"Let me handle this investigation!" Shouts Y/B/F/N as she gasps for air. Both you and Evelynn lift an eyebrow at the girl who was clinging to your bookcase as if she were shot in the liver.

You pinch your bridge and close your eyes. Taking slow, deep breaths to slow down the detonation of your brain. You tell her 'no' and shut down any protests she had with a raised hand.

"You already have enough on your plate," you say slowly as you skim through your mind in people who could handle this issue. There were a few Misfits you told to be on standby.

"Why don't you let me deal with it?" Both of you turn to the blonde beauty behind you. Evelynn's golden eyes burn with determination and anger. It didn't take a genius to guess why. Anyone would be furious if someone spoke for them without their approval. And when it came to Evelynn, she didn't let any of that slide- especially when it came to pictures about her.

You nod and tell her you'll assign people to her, which she waves away. She had her own people and methods.

"I have a few ideas on who could've done this..." she whispers, flickering a quick glare towards a stressed Y/B/F/N. The twisting in your stomach got tight that you swore you felt it tear. Without a doubt, she was hinting that your best friend or someone within her family was behind the publication. The most suspicious was the Earl- your Uncle Y/L/N.

You always were suspicious of his thirst for more power. It wasn't obvious, but there were times when you were his fake daughter that made you want to strike him down due to the vow you took. It wasn't just things he would mutter it was how he would glare at your now and actual father when he would mutter them. Calling him weak, stupid, and a traitor to his kind.