Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1317

Someone slid a photo across the table to King. He took one glance and saw it was a picture of a skeleton, carefully positioned in the middle of a room, ominously near a three-seater couch-like some twisted piece of decor. The sight made everyone furious, but King was especially enraged; he knew those bones belonged to his mother.

"King, got something you need to see."

Simone had always warned him: if he ever gained power, he should avoid the kingdom's power struggles. The kingdom practiced polygamy, with a king potentially fathering over a hundred princes. The missing queen and her unborn child posed a threat to the heir apparent but meant little else. The man never lacked for offspring.

King's past methods were ruthless-exiling those who could be exiled, and killing those who resisted, leaving no one behind. Initially, many thought he was too harsh. But the common folk didn't care who ruled; they just wanted better lives. And under King, their prosperity doubled, earning him high regard among the people.

Every appearance he made caused a stir. Rumors about his origins varied among the people. Initially viewed as a criminal, the queen's reputation was cleansed by King's rise to power. Afterward, the old king vanished without a trace, and nobody seemed to care. Looking at the photo, King could almost see the vile smirk of that old man, taunting him with the notion that despite claiming the throne, his mother's peace was forever disturbed, her remains a plaything in his hands, casting a shadow over King's life.

All King knew about his mother and the kingdom's affairs came from Simone, who never divulged the extent of her lover's cruelty. This latest act of desecrating graves only hinted at the atrocities committed during Simone's lifetime.

put the photo down, his lips tightening

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"Have we found him?"

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