Page 47 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

The camera view rises, acknowledging Albrecht from the chest upward, allowing everyone to get a close-up of his flawless image. His hair is styled to one side, allowing observers to see the diamond stud earring in one ear. He knows his angles perfectly, so it accents his sharp jaw and the way his high cheekbones. You can see why he’s adored in the fashion and model industry.

He acknowledges those who are losing their mind at the sight of him with waves and smiles. He even proceeds to take a photo with Saint Joaquin, adding to the theatrics of shrilled screams and gossip whispers.

Every group of Ruthless Kings needs one King to be the public’s favorite.

When he’s on the stage, he greets Mr. Leighton with the same respect—handshake and bow of his head. Then he greets Benedict with a bear hug and proceeds to take his place on the far-right side.

That emphasizes the space between both of them.

That space for the final Ruthless King.

If the suspense wasn’t felt before, it surely lingers in the air now. The camera takes this opportunity to scan the crowd, giving me the chance to have a brief view of my little brother.

He’s so easy to read.

A full-spread smile falls on my lips as I see the way he nervously fidgets to smooth out his red suit. It’s amazing that he’s so lost in this delusion of grandeur that he really believes that the final spot is his to claim.

“Are you ready, Eva,” I quietly whisper, realizing her eyes aren’t on the screen but are glued to me. When our gazes lock, I can slowly see the tendrils of determination oozing into her. She straightens her stance and lifts her head up a little higher.

If we weren’t being watched, I’d not only praise her, I’d be tempted to do things I haven’t thought of doing with anyone for a very long time.

Dangerous woman.

“I’m ready,” she affirms with a voice that’s absent of distress.

We’ve both been waiting for this.

The start of our vengeance.

This is only the first stepping stone to a three-tier plot to destroy this man’s life.

There’s no time for an ounce of remorse now.

Despite knowing many are listening to every word I wish to say, I can’t help but give her a bit of encouragement.

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She stares at me for a moment, and I’m not sure how much Russian she knows, but when she looks away, she can’t hide the slight uptick in the corner of those delicious red lips.

Precious Fighter.

By the end of this havoc stage, I have a strong feeling I’ll have a list of nicknames for this sole woman who seems to leave the world in infatuation.

“And finally, the final Ruthless King to join this grand stage,” Mr. Leighton declares. Now, his eyes are glimmering with far too much pride. It makes me uneasy, especially when, deep down, my heart still wishes to please him.

To make my father proud so he’ll give me the attention I deserve for being his first child.

“This is a very special announcement, for this King has come to the agreement to make a noteworthy alliance with their chosen Maiden.” All those late nights planning, plotting, determining exactly how this will finally go done.

We’re here. This is finally it.

The crowd is already whispering while many are anticipating some grand announcement. Phones are out, and I’m sure videos are being taken to capture this worthy moment in real-time.

“Very few in the history of Leighton have requested an arranged marriage between two promising empires. I’m even more proud to admit that one of those heirs is from my empire.”

The crowd is already assuming the expected—their eyes landing on the sole heir they believe will rise to the Leighton throne. The camera briefly falls back upon Benedict and Albrecht and how their expressions fight to remain neutral.

Unlike the vast blind fools ogling their eyes on my younger brother, I can see the true layers of deception and hate in both those men’s eyes. It makes me giddy, wondering what those two will do during our reign to get back at the man they once deemed their Ruthless Leader.

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