Stolen by the Rebel King
Chapter 294: Scandal! III

Chapter 294: Scandal! III

"Is this a joke, Duchess?" Atticus asked, turning to question Hazelle, who looked stumped.

Her face was as white as a sheet, her lips pale, and her entire body so still that Atticus had to double-check if she was still breathing or if she had just turned into stone. Hazelle’s lips parted and closed repeatedly like a fish out of water, desperately fighting for words but none coming to her aid.

"I... I..." she stuttered, her eyes glued on the couple on the bed, who were now playing tug-of-war with the sheets; Duke Lanperouge was trying to cover his family jewels with the covers while Drusilla wanted nothing more than for him to be stark naked and pounding in her. Everyone watching them knew they should avert their eyes out of propriety, but they couldn’t look away.

It was like watching a castle collapse to the ground.

"You know, Duchess Hazelle," Atticus continued, fighting the victorious smirk that was creeping onto his face, "if you wish to indulge in voyeurism, you shouldn’t drag me into it. Not everyone will appreciate the same kinks as you."

"But... But..." Hazelle abruptly spun her head to look at Atticus. Her lips were still parted and her eyes were so wide Atticus worried they might pop right out of her skull with any more force added. "It should’ve been Princess Daphne in here!"

As the shocking news rippled through the crowd, whispers and hushed conversations started to buzz like a swarm of bees behind Hazelle and Atticus. Eyes darted back and forth, exchanging meaningful glances laden with curiosity and scandal.

"Why would it be Daphne?" Atticus said mockingly, "Duchess, I think I would know what my wife sounds like in bed. Besides," he gestured to the woman on the bed who had pounced on Duke Lanperouge, ripping the sheets off him like a hungry wild beast, "unless Daphne can now shapeshift, that is evidently not her."

He dramatically turned to Jonah, who stood a little behind him, his face turned down and cheeks beetroot. Curse his luck. He had returned just in time to watch real-life pornographic material that he could’ve lived his entire life never seeing.

"Am I blind, Jonah?" Atticus asked teasingly. "Is that actually my wife in bed with Duke Lanperouge?"

Jonah cleared his throat. He looked at Atticus from the corner of his eye, trying his best not to look in the general direction of the bed.

"Your eyes have never been better, Your Majesty," he said. "That’s most definitely Princess Drusilla."

"See?" Atticus turned back to Hazelle, beaming like a child waiting to be praised.

Seeing her reaction certainly felt like a reward, at least.

Just then, the door to the next room slammed open, and out dashed the woman everyone had been waiting for. Crown Princess Daphne dashed out, pausing for a moment to look at the crowd that had gathered here. Her gaze then landed on her husband, who was standing at the head of the group.

The smile that lit up his face looked nearly as bright as the afternoon sun on a clear sunny day. He walked over to meet her, immediately holding Daphne in his arms the moment she was within reach.

"I was wondering where you went," he said, offering her a toothy grin. "And Duchess Hazelle said that you would be in this room. Who knew that it would be your half-sister instead, frolicking in the sheets with the man of the hour?"

Daphne’s gaze fell on the couple, grimacing as Drusilla’s whole buttocks were out in clear view. Even with the crowd of onlookers watching her, it didn’t seem like her lust was satiated one bit. She was a complete bitch in heat, climbing all over Duke Lanperouge while the other had already buried himself into the blankets, trying to hide away from the rest of the world.

"I was waiting for you, dear husband," Daphne replied innocently, tearing her eyes away from her sister’s shameful behavior. She batted her eyelashes, smiling daintily in her husband’s arms, all while feeling the heat of Hazelle’s glare right on her.

If Hazelle had the ability to shoot heat beams out of her eyes, Daphne’s forehead would no doubt have a hole seared right through.

"I was in the other room. Why is everyone gathered here?" She then gestured to Drusilla on the bed. "It’s not nice to invade someone else’s privacy while they’re in the middle of fornication."

"Sunshine, some people might be into that," Atticus said, tilting his head to one side, wordlessly insinuating that it was Hazelle who was into this sort of kink.

"Daphne," Hazelle greeted. She forced a smile onto her face as she said, "I thought you were waiting in this room."

"You must’ve remembered wrongly, Hazelle," Daphne replied, "As you can see, I’m clearly not. I wonder how you could have made such a mistake."

She quickly caught on― Hazelle must’ve said that to Atticus just to convince him to follow her here. True enough, it was just as she and Atticus had predicted. Hazelle and Drusilla were plotting together in an attempt to stain her good name.

Well, if it was an act Hazelle would like to pull, Daphne would be happy to participate. She wasn’t the star of the show, anyway. That role would belong to her half-sister. If Drusilla wanted to cause trouble, she should have been ready for the consequences.

As for Hazelle, Daphne could always deal with her later. She had no doubt that since Hazelle failed to get her this time, that wicked sister-in-law of Daphne’s would try her luck again in the near future.

Hazelle gritted her teeth, willing herself to calm down.

’It’s fine,’ she reminded herself. ’One down is better than none.’ For now, Drusilla — that damned nuisance — was too far gone beyond salvation. There was nothing anyone — not even King Cyrus — could do to save her reputation now. Her husband would think twice before associating so closely with his tainted half-sister.

Just remembering that fact alone immediately put Hazelle in a better mood. Her smile turned genuine as she beamed at Daphne, nodding her head sheepishly.

"My my, look at my horrible memory," she said with a sigh. "I must’ve remembered wrongly. The doors all look too similar, after all."

Daphne smiled back. Wise.

"That’s fine but..." She turned to the crowd, addressing them directly this time. "Everyone, please leave the room and allow my half-sister some privacy!"

Jonah was the first to leap into action. He was growing more and more uncomfortable by the second and wanted nothing more than to leave. Eagerly, he began to usher the crowd out, filtering them out of the door and away from the corridor like sheep. Once everyone was away, he doubled back and gave Atticus one last pointed look. Jonah would have slammed the door to give them privacy, but Atticus already reduced it to rubble.

That left Atticus, Daphne, and Hazelle in the room now, along with a very drugged-up Drusilla and an embarrassedly mortified Duke Lanperouge.

Daphne stalked over to the bed, picking up a glass of wine that had been left at the side of the table. With great relish, she flung the remaining wine over Drusilla, causing her to sputter as the cold liquid hit her face.