Page 75 of Mercenary Princess

“Prince Fahd of Saudi Arabia went to that school. He died in a car crash after being exiled,” Ivan said as he read from a news article.

“Date?”

Ivan gave him one that would have been roughly a year after the girls talked about killing the prince. Viktor ran a hand over his face. There were a large number of files, and he didn’t trust anyone to sift through them but himself.

He clicked on video after video, planning to comb through every one after he had Jean Luc in his hands. When he finally clicked the notes, a bigger picture came to light. His logical mind dissected the comments. There was real proof linking his woman to killing a Saudi Prince. The theories written in the comments said that was exactly what Jean Luc had been assuming.

The more he dug, the more furious he became.

Another file called to him. It was in the weeks after the girls apparently witnessed a murder. He fisted his hands as he thought of their trauma and of their plans to avenge the boy who’d died. A part of him filled with pleasure at his princess’s daring heart, but a much larger part of him wanted someone’s blood for allowing any of this to happen.

This video seemed different. Viktor fast-forwarded until he saw Sophia speaking. Her beautiful eyes were hard… ashamed, and even though he might not like what he found, he couldn’t turn away.

Ivan was back on the phone, pacing in the back of the plane, so he was alone with whatever Sophia planned to share with her friends.

It was a confession, but not hers. She was sharing her family secrets, her family shame, showing him exactly why this had been recorded and kept.

Fuck.

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