Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 544: Reveal Maxi’s Evil Nature

Chapter 544: Reveal Maxi’s Evil Nature

Anya’s voice trembled as she uttered, "O—Oma...." Her heart pounded in her chest as she broke the tense silence, desperately trying to explain to her that it wasn’t what she was thinking.

In a sudden eruption of anger, Oma’s voice sliced through the tension like a razor. "It’s Mrs. Whitlock!" she hissed, her eyes ablaze with fury, her hands clenched tightly by her sides. In that moment, she saw Anya not as the sweet Fae she once cherished like a daughter, but as a manipulator, a betrayer of trust. It pained her to realize that someone she had treated like her own daughter could repay her kindness with such deceit.

After discovering the unsettling truth that day, Issac pleaded with Oma to bury the truth, to let the matter go. Reluctantly, Oma acquiesced, but her compliance was not born of weakness. She harbored a plan, biding her time until her son and his fiancée departed, allowing her to take control of the situation.

Oma had been wise not to make any binding promises to her son, Issac. Anya dared to lay a hand on him, then she should face the full weight of her wrath. With steely determination, Oma prepared to mete out justice, sparing no mercy on Anya for her audacious assault. She might be kind and soft-hearted, but not to those who dared to betray her family.

Anya’s voice wavered as she addressed Oma with the formal title, "Mrs. Whitlock." Desperation tinged her words as she pleaded, "It’s not what you’re thinking?"

Oma’s brows knit together in a furrow, suspicion etched across her features. She tilted her head, fixing her gaze upon Anya, analyzing her every nuance. In that moment, Oma realized the depths of Anya’s deceit. Not only was she a manipulator, but a liar as well. It was a bitter revelation, for among the Fae, lies were anathema.

"So you’re trying to say that you didn’t assault my son?" Oma’s voice held a steely edge as she confronted Anya, her eyes piercing into the depths of Anya’s soul, awaiting her response.

Anya’s mouth parted, but no sound escaped. Panic flickered in her eyes as she realized the gravity of the situation. The truth hung heavy on her tongue, but she couldn’t utter it. In that moment of desperation, she understood the immutable law of the Fae—they could not lie. Her lips moved silently, opening and closing in futile attempts to speak, but the truth held her in a suffocating grip, leaving her speechless and vulnerable before Oma’s piercing gaze.

"Oma — Mrs. Whitlock!" Anya corrected herself, her voice trembling with apprehension. "I can explain —"

But before she could utter another word, Oma cut her off with a stern demand. "Go straight to the point, Anya, did you assault my son or not?!" Her tone brooked no room for evasion, pressing for a clear and decisive answer.

As Anya hesitated, Oma observed the wheels turning in her head. The delay in her response only fueled Oma’s growing realization. How had she not seen through Anya’s facade from the start? The bonds of friendship with her family had clouded her judgment, and now her son bore the brunt of her oversight. Regret washed over Oma as she grappled with the consequences of her misplaced trust.

Despite Oma’s clear instructions, Anya persisted with her excuses. "We had a lot to drink that day and one thing led to another, Mrs. Whitlock," she said, attempting to justify her actions.

"I see," Oma responded with a nod, but there was a chilling undertone to her agreement. A menacing smile tugged at the corners of her lips, while her eyes smoldered with anger. Anya’s attempts at evasion did not fool Oma; as a fellow Fae and older than her, Oma was adept at navigating such games too.

"So you used the excuse of being drunk to assault my son? Is that what you told Isaac, that poor fool?" Oma’s words cut through the air like a whip, exposing the manipulation lurking behind Anya’s flimsy excuses.

Anya’s nerves fluttered as she swallowed nervously, puzzled by Oma’s intensity. Why was she taking this matter so seriously? Didn’t she understand the circumstances? Anya’s mind raced, attempting to rationalize Oma’s reaction. After all, even if she - Anya - had taken the lead that night, she had also sacrificed her own body, and she was certain Isaac had enjoyed it, despite his reluctance to admit it. They had engaged in intimacy, after all.

With a resigned sigh, Anya attempted to redirect the conversation. "Mrs. Whitlock, I don’t think this should be your priority at the moment," she asserted, her tone tinged with frustration. "I just told you Maxi is dangerous, and you’re not concerned for your son’s safety?"

"Why should I when this might as well be another lie you spew to ruin Maxi’s reputation? You assaulted my son, what’s to hold you back from trying to ruin his relationship?" Her voice rang out with no hint of fear or concern

Anya’s face burned with embarrassment as she defended herself, her words laden with desperation. "I know that you don’t believe me, but I would never lie about this, especially when Isaac, your son, is in danger. I love him, and as his mother, you should be more concerned..." Her voice trailed off as she weighed her options, her mind racing with calculations.

Suddenly, Anya gasped, a hand flying to her mouth in shock as realization washed over her. "You knew. You know what Maxi is. That is why you’re so unconcerned about the matter and even brought up the incident as a diversion," she accused Oma, everything finally falling into place.

"You know that your son is in danger and yet you would do nothing?" Anya’s voice rose with frustration and disbelief, challenging Oma’s inaction.

"How dare you come into my house and talk to me in such a manner?" Oma said so coldly causing a shiver to run down her spine. "Get out!" She ordered.

"What?" Anya said, the blood draining from her face.

"Get out!"

"Your son is under the charms of a dark Fae, and you would do nothing about it. Are you under her influence too?" she questioned, her voice trembling with defiance.

"Get. Out," Oma repeated, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Anya’s heart shattered at Oma’s rejection, but her resolve hardened. "Fine, if you don’t want to make a move, I’ll take matters into my hands then," she declared, her voice tinged with bitterness. "I’m sure everyone would be delighted to learn how you accepted a dark Fae for a daughter-in-law."

Oma’s expression hardened, her gaze piercing. "Then it would be your word against mine," she spat, her words laced with venom. "Me, a respected figure in this community. I’m sure the Faeries of Astaria would be delighted to hear the ravings of a female who raped my son and when she couldn’t get her way, decided to accuse his fiancée of being a dark Fae just to ruin them."

Anya recoiled at the ruthlessness in Oma’s words, tears stinging her eyes. "You’re defending Maxi," she whispered, the realization sinking in like a weight upon her heart.

"Get lost and never step foot in this house, else, I’ll kill you myself," Oma threatened, her voice laced with menace.

That was the final blow and Anya felt her heart rip into pieces. She had meant good for this family and after everything she had done, this was how they paid her?

As Anya turned to leave, tears falling down her cheeks, she hesitated. No, she couldn’t let it end this way. She refused to let this matter go. With determination coursing through her veins, she unleashed a wind strike at Oma who had her back turned to her, knocking her unconscious.

Shock and guilt washed over Anya as she stared at her trembling hands, but a newfound determination replaced her remorse. If Oma refused to see the truth, she would make her see it with her own eyes.

A stifled whimper echoed in the air, and a crazed gleam flickered in Anya’s eyes. Kayla was here too, and she would not let her escape either. With a sinister smirk, Anya set off to hunt for Kayla. That should take the message across to Maxi.