The Exclusive Sex Worker - S01 E50

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The Exclusive Sex Worker - S01 E50

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 50

(Impending disaster)

Writer’s P O V

Prince Reagan got closer to crown prince Marcus’s chambers to see Prince Micheal coming out from his room.

“Is it true?” Prince Reagan asked.

Prince Micheal sighed. “Yeah, it is. He is like a mad man, I wonder what made him that way, he can’t control his own self. The royal doctors are coming over to take care of him.”

“What is the queen doing then?” Prince Reagan asked.

“She? You won’t believe that Marcus doesn’t want to see his mother. I can’t help but think she has a hand in what’s happening to him.” Prince Micheal whispered.

“Her lovely son? I doubt she will cause him harm,” prince Reagan shook his head in doubt.

“So, what do you suggest we do now? The p@rty is about to begin,” Prince Steven ch!pped in walking closer to them.

“You can hold it off without our help, can’t you?” Prince Micheal turned to Prince Steven in reply.
“Oh…me? Marcus should be the one doing that. Not me,” Prince Steven refused.

“Well, you suggest we drag him out to the front stage in that condition? I’m sure you have seen how he looks, Steven. Don’t make things difficult and be a serious man for once,” prince Micheal said scoffing.

“Oh, thou says the man who travels from country to country not willing to settle his as-s in his homeland,” Prince Steven retorted.

“I believe it’s not time for you two to argue. Am I right? And one more important thing. Father is sick and dying, saw him coughing out blood, he might die anytime so, he expects me to keep quiet about it but I can’t do that,” Prince Reagan cuts in and said.

“Coughing out blood. Seriously. Can’t things get better for once?” Prince Steven huffed palming his temples.

“I’ll go see father,” Prince Micheal excused himself and left.

Prince Reagan went closer to crown prince Marcus’s room.

The maid standing at the entrance opened the door for him. He thought on not entering but decided against it.
He is my brother after all, he thought.

He went into the room to see two maids inside the room with the crown prince. The room looks so disorganized and the crown prince head is buried on his palms.

“Marcus?” He called staring at him from the door.

The crown prince lifted his head up from his palm and his eyes settled on prince Reagan.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you fear for your life. Run! Now!” Crown prince Marcus shouted out in command. The very act amused and at the same time s£nt a message to prince Reagan.

“What do you mean by that? You should be dressed up and out there. You are the crown prince,” prince Reagan decided to threw in another question.

“Don’t you hear me boy? I said you should run, run far away from here because you’ll be dead too, it’s just a matter of time.” Crown prince Marcus warned.

“What do you mean. Who wants me dead. The queen?” Prince Reagan moved closer to him.

“I said you should run! Don’t you un-derstand boy?” Crown prince Marcus yelled throwing all sorts of things towards Prince Reagan.

The maids kept picking up the things he kept throwing.

Prince Reagan didn’t listen and kept moving closer to look at him.

‘You are truly sick. What has she done to you” Prince Reagan asked running his eyes all over crown prince Marcus’s b©dy.

“What are you doing here? Get out now!” Prince Reagan turned when he heard the queen’s voice behind him.

He walked up to her, glared at her before leaving the room. But before he left, he saw a horrific look crept up crown prince Marcus face when he saw the queen.

He got out to see Prince Steven still standing outside there.

“I heard all he said,” prince steven stated.

“You also heard the p@rt he said I should run far away because I’ll be dead ‘too’, it means someone alre-ady died.

Who died?” Prince Reagan stared up at prince steven in question.

“The royal adviser. He died the day before yesterday, exactly the day Marcus started acting this way.” Prince steven answered.

“What killed him then?”
“The queen daggered his heart. It appears that Marcus happened to witness that terrible incident, he doesn’t appear to be as strong as we thought,” prince steven explained.

“What did father do about that then. The royal adviser’s death?” Prince Reagan questioned further.

“Nothing, he did nothing.”
“There are more to this. That queen deserves to be in chains,” prince Reagan said angrily.

“Well, whatever it is. We have to wait till father’s birthday is over. We can’t afford letting the whole world know about the happenings in the royal palace,” prince steven advised.

“Can you do me a favour then?” Prince Reagan requested.

“What is it?”

“Help me go into the libr@ry. I nee-d father’s journals. If I go in there I’ll be suspected of some things but not you, everyone loves and respect you more. plea-se do this one for me,” prince Reagan asked.

“Is it for your pink haired mistress?” Prince steven whispered in question.

“You are smart. I nee-d the journals. Thank you,” prince Reagan patted his shoulders before leaving.

He found his way back to the room he locked pink up.

He got there to see Simon standing and probably guarding the door.

Simon unlocked the door for him.

“Amanda, you can come out now. I’ll take you home myself, you can’t stay here in this palace anymore,” Prince Reagan said staring into the dark room but heard no reply or movement.

“Is she still in there?” Prince Reagan turned to ask Simon.

“Yes, I heard her sobbing few minutes ago. I’m sure she’s still in there,” Simon confirmed before walking into the room.

He fli-pped on the lights of the dark room to find Pink lying down unconscious on the floor.

“My prince,” Simon g@sped out.
Prince Reagan rushed into the room to see Pink’s state.

“What the hell happened to her?” Prince Reagan asked no one in p@rticular. He went and picked her up from the floor, he carried her in a bridal style while staring at her face.

“I have no idea.” Simon mouthed.

“Call her brother, ask him if she is truly afraid of the dark. That is the only possible reason I can think of,” Prince Reagan ordered while carrying her out of the room and straight out.
But unfortunately he bu-mped into Celia on the way to the car.

Celia stood in his way while glaring dangerously at the unconscious Pink.

“Do you un-derstand that there are reporters everywhere in this building? You want them to see you together with this bit-ch who is not your wife?” Celia gr-unted the question.

“Get. Out. Of. My. Way.” Prince Reagan rasped at her.

“We have a lot of things to talk about, considering the fact that Frank is not my real son,” Prince Reagan added in fury. The angry look on Celia’s face disappeared and was replaced with that of fear and shock.

For a while she looked so scared but suddenly she covered and composed herself again.

“Well, I’m not going down alone. Your personal guard is also going down with me considering the fact that he is Frank’s real father,” Celia said while folding her arms beneath her brea-st.

Now it was the time for prince Reagan’s expression to change. Shock and disbelief was evident in his expression. Celia smiled.

“And aside that I got the king to grant me a pardon and a request, I’ll continue being your wife whether you like it or not. You can never ever be with her, I’ll find a way to become more powerful, I’ll attack her after I’ve gotten more powerful,” celia explained and vowed.
Prince Reagan turned to look at Simon who has just appeared behind him.

“Get the car, we are leaving.” He ordered lowly before walking away with Pink still in his arms.
 

To Be Continued...