Page 76 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Until next time, Mother,” I offer to the woman who is trying to fight off her tears. I look to Mr. Leighton and further smirk. “Father.”

He can’t fight off his smirk that projects a sense of cocky pride.

I know where I stand in this world, and starting this moment onward, it’s time to return my attention to the task at hand.

To make my stance and start the blood bath that will follow.

14

US AGAINST THE TANTALIZING WORLD OF SIN

~GEMINI~

“So… what should I ask first?”

I look around the massive room that’s deemed “The Ruthless Maiden Suite” before deciding to offer the room my options.

“The fact this room is far too big for it to be deemed ‘a cozier option’ versus that grand-ass ballroom Matteo is calling the Master Suit? Or are we going to acknowledge the trending front page saying you and I are set to get married?”

Looking at the corner, awaiting the hidden figure to waltz out, my instincts are once again proven correct.

“How do you know the difference between Aries and me?” Ares questions. “Especially when we hide so perfectly.”

“You breathe louder,” I simply state before pointing to the magazine front. “This makes me look fat.”

He’s arching an eyebrow at me now as he walks into the dim light that makes his deliciously tanned skin look extra golden.

I’m surprised he’s here at all after a twelve-hour photo shoot earlier today. I had come along because our new mansion on Leighton soil was still being deep cleaned to perfection on Matteo’s orders, so why twiddle my fingers on campus where everyone and their aunties and uncles were gossiping about us?

Crazy how there are three sets of royals at Leighton Royals University, but the Ruthless Kings are always the talk of the town.

In this case, I could somewhat understand.

The buzz surrounding not one but two new Ruthless Kings, making the original three become a set of four fearsome men.

The revelation that Matteo is a Leighton also opened a can of nosey worms, and that’s all anyone can talk about through social media.

How Matteo has risen to claim this new throne as a Ruthless King at Leighton Royals University while his younger brother, Domino Leighton has fallen to the pits of social status and grace.

The tabloids aren’t showing any mercy, either.

Bringing up all these financial reports regarding Domino’s mismanagement of funds through the years. If that man had tons of secrets, they were about to be the latest trend in the world. It was the era of making Domino Leighton into a laughingstock.

I don’t carry an ounce of pity.

“It doesn’t make you look fat.” I blink out of my thoughts and realize Ares isn’t even looking at the magazine. He’s just staring at my lips.

“You’re not looking!” I emphasize and put the magazine in his face. “It’s the angle or something. How did they even get this printed when we wore these outfits today? At five in the morning! I look like a Zamboni actually hit me.”

Lowering the magazine between us, I see how he arches an eyebrow my way.

“What?! It’s true!”

“With the hype of the Forbes shoot and us briefly leaving the Leighton area, there are rumors we went off to get married in Las Vegas or something,” Ares reveals. “Typical gossip when you’re rumored to be marrying a multi-million-dollar model.”

“So, you’re saying I have to look like a doll every day or else I’m going to be photoshopped to look wider like this picture,” I summarize. He finally decides to take the magazine from my grasp and look at the front-page image.

“You don’t look fat,” he emphasizes. “It’s your angle. You’re sideways and leaning back a smidge. It makes your stomach look wider.”

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