The Exclusive Sex Worker - S01 E47

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The Exclusive Sex Worker - S01 E47

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 47

(Can’t kill. DNA)

Writer’s P O V

“I wanna go run a shower. I’m all h0t from all your S-xual as-sault,” Pink said to Prince Reagan as soon as they got back to the shared house. She hopped out of the car before leaving.

Prince Reagan watched as Pink swayed her behind as she walked away.

“What has she been up to?” He asked out loudly.

“Eh… nothing much but I saw her handing something to a maid. It looks like a birthday card so I didn’t investigate much. It was the maid’s birthday afterall,” Simon narrated.

“Are you sure it’s just a normal birthday card? Have you seen her speaking to the maid secretly before?” Prince Reagan questioned.

“No, that was the first time,” Simon replied.

“Then find the maid. There must be something else. A reason behind it or it’s just a cover up by Amanda. She’s smart, I know how much she wants to meet the King. I think that maid will help her see the King,” Prince Reagan reasoned.

“The maid is currently not in the palace. But I’ll still ask around for her,” Simon revealed.

“More reason for you to suspect everything she does. The last thing I want is Amanda getting hurt. I’ll be meeting my father on his birthday which is next tomorrow anyways. He’ll grant me any wish of mine, I’m waiting for his birthday,” Prince Reagan said and sighed before getting down from the car.

Simon got down with him.

“Yes, my prince. I’ll search for that maid,” Simon said.

Prince Reagan entered into his own p@rt of the shared house. His words with Ethan c@m£ back at him.

*Yours? Is she your wife? She is not your wife. You alre-ady have a wife, why are you claiming her as yours?*

He remembered that question from Ethan. It annoyed him but brou-ght confidence into him.

Maybe it’s time I confirm my suspicious, Prince Reagan thought before turning to the swing that leads to Celia’s and Frank’s room.

Just at the door. He saw little Frank standing with a maid, seems the maid was about taking him for a walk.

“Where is his mom?” Prince Reagan asked the maid.

“Your Highness, his mother has not been in the palace since morning. I was asked to take care of him,” the maid bowed and replied.

“Hello little guy,” Prince Reagan squ-atted down to the boy’s height. His eyes drifted to the boy’s back since he was just wearing a singlet. His eyes landed on the p@rticular position he wanted his eyes to land.

His eyes searched that area but he didn’t find a mark there.
“Does he have any birth marks?” He lifted his eyes to the maid in question.

“I have no idea my prince. The princess doesn’t allow us bath him, she baths him herself,” the maid answered.

Prince Reagan let out a weird smile. He patted the boy’s shoulder while staring into his eyes.

“I’m afraid your mother has betrayed me. But not to worry, I’ll love you regardless.” He said to the Frank but Frank didn’t un-derstand a word there aside ‘Mother’. Well, obviously.
“Stay well kid,” he added before standing tall.

He walked back into his room before calling Simon into his room.

He picked up a syringe holding Frank’s blood.

“I nee-d you to run a DNA test, I nee-d to confirm if Celia has really been lying to me. I nee-d to confirm is Frank is my real son which I alre-ady doubt seeing he doesn’t have the mark royal bloods have,” Prince Reagan said to Simon while staring at the mirror.

He waited for Simon to reply him and then leave as usual but Simon didn’t. He found that weird so he turned to look at Simon.

And there, Simon was staring at him like he saw a ghost.

“Are you alright? Look I know you consider Celia your younger sister but I still nee-d to find this out. So plea-se, I nee-d the result even tonight,” before the king’s birthday, he said while tou-ching Simon’s rigid b©dy.

He left Simon and entered his bathroom to shower. He failed to see the real look behind that ghosted look on Simon’s face or perhaps he just pretended he didn’t see anything or interpreted the look wrongly.

Simon stared at the blood in the syringe and he could only think of one think.

Why today? Why so soon?

**

The crown prince at the call of his mother entered his room to see the royal adviser inside his mother’s room. That got him really confused seeing that the royal adviser was the only one there.

He went further into the room. He Ignored the old man and called out his mother.

“Mother! Mother!” The queen appeared with her hands behind her and a smile on her face. She was also putting on a linger.

“Mother, what is he doing inside your chambers? What do you think the King will say when he hears of this?” The crown prince asked eyeing the Royal adviser.

“I didn’t get here on my own child. The queen f0rç£d me here and I’m also curious why,” the royal adviser defended himself.

The queen got to the royal adviser.

“Oh you’ll get to know the reason why,” the queen cooed and out of the blues daggered the royal adviser on his che-st.
Both the royal adviser and the crown prince g@sped out in shock.

“Oh, no one messes or speak ill of my son and live long,” the queen said with an evil grin before pu-lling out the dagger from his che-st.

The royal adviser fell down flat on the ground with blood oozing out from his injury.

The crown prince g@sped again and didn’t know when his bu-tt hit the floor ha-rd in both fear and horror.

“What did you…what did you just do mother?” The crown prince asked shaking up.

“I wanted to do this while you watched.

You have to take care of your brothers, starting from Reagan that spoilt br@t.” The queen said before dropping the dagger on the cold b©dy on the floor.

“I asked you why you did this. Why did you kill someone? And with your own hands?” The crown prince asked, his voice cracking as he spoke.

“That’s the only way, Marcus. We have to get rid of everyone of them. I want you to kill your brothers. Don’t make the same mistake I made by leaving my sister alive all because we are one blood. Don’t let them take the throne from you,” the queen advised moving closer to the crown prince who moved closer to the door in fear, away from his mother.

The queen smiled instead. He got to him before squ-atting to become eye level with him.

“You’ll say you saw him trying to s£dûç£me since I was in my linger. He tried forcing me to be-d and I fearfully put the dagger in his che-st. It was out of self defense.”

“Since it’s a day to the king’s birthday he’ll bury the matter quic-kly because of it.” The queen said taking her hand to his shoulder.

She dried up her bloody hand on his garment

“I can’t. I can’t do it. I can’t. I can’t kill, I don’t know how to kill.” The crown prince shook his head now panicking.

“Then do you want me to get killed? Do you realize if you let me die it will hunt you forever and….you’ll lose the throne so now get re-ady. Use that lady to lure Reagan out and then, kill him. Make sure he bleeds to death. That is the only way my dear son,” the queen instructed before standing tall again.