The Dark Side of Fate

The Dark Side Of Fate By Karima Sa’ad Usman Chapter 137 –

~Tamia~
Sylvester looked breathtaking, sitting at the foot of the bed. I exhaled, and he looked at me and smiled. I could not let what Stephanie said spoil the night, so I returned the smile. I looked at his body and admired what I saw.
“Your Majesty,” I said with a breathy voice, and he grinned.
“Hold your pose; I want to have a perfect picture in my mind,” I said and straddled him. He looked at me and supported my back, gazing into my eyes.
“I want to remember how you look tonight, void of worry, void of fear, just living in the moment,” I said, his eyes searching mine.
“Let us deny all that is happening and that time is passing by. I want to hold this moment, freeze it and keep it forever. Let us free our minds of our troubles, Amanda, the king, our duties, our world. Just us. You, me and our wolves. Do you think you can do that for me, my love?” I asked, and he looked at me with misty loving eyes and crashed his lips on mine. Drinking him in, drowning in his love, I gave my all as we made love on his first night as king.
Sylvester and I battled the claim, and it was a bit painful because Kaira and Knight wanted to complete the bond. The love bite wasn’t working anymore, and we both knew it, but we held on. The bluemoon night had to count.
We were too tired to go for dinner, and neither were we hungry. Sleep finally came, and we drifted into dreamland.
I woke up on an empty bed in the morning and saw Sylvester on his computer. I ignored what he was doing. I got off the bed and went to brush my teeth. When I returned, he had closed his laptop and was waiting for me.
“Good morning,” He said with a smile, and I went to him and kissed the top of his head in response. While I was pulling away, he pulled me onto his lap and hungrily kissed me.
“I am not a little boy, Tamia,” He said, breaking the kiss, and I giggled.
I also noticed something was bothering him. I guess our bliss was over.
“What is the matter?” I asked, and he sighed.
“Someone sent a weird email this morning. Asking me how fair and just I will be when judging the case of a loved one,” he said, and I did not need to think twice about who the loved one was.
“The sender going by the name Mathew Majesty asked me my true intentions. Wondering if I would succeed where the council has failed,” he said, and I frowned.
“Have you traced it?” I asked, and he chuckled.
“The email account was created in Grizlo yesterday. It might be a VPN address, but it was still created yesterday regardless,” he said, and I sighed.

“Your mother linked me last night that the blackmailer sent her a message asking her how she feels knowing she will be the first person you will judge,” I said, and he frowned at me.
“We both know it is this king man, and he is jenny’s son. If that is the case, then he knows everything, Sylvester,” I said and gently stood up.
“That is a big problem.” He confessed, and I nodded.
“Since we have not caught him, it is,” I said. I looked at him nervously because what I was about to ask him to do was risky, but I could not see any way out.
“Sylvester, your mother committed treason and murder. We need to get as many people on her side as possible. Jenny’s death would be seen as a homicide, and the death of your father and his officers would be considered conspiracy and treason. She is in big shit, Sylvester. However we try to play it off, Stephanie is in serious trouble,” I said, and he stood up from his seat.
“I do not know what to do. I have thought about the situation since the first blackmail, Tamia, and I do not know what to do. She did commit those crimes,” Sylvester confessed, and I nodded.
“Yes, she did, and her reasons were justifiable; however selfish they were, they were justifiable,” I said and sighed.
“I have been thinking of this for a while, but I will tell you now,” I said and went to sit to calm my nerves.
“I think we should tell Marcel, Theo, Dominic, Devin and David what happened,” I said, and he exclaimed.
“What!” he said, and I flinched.
“That letter got Marcel and Theodore’s fathers killed. How will they feel knowing my mother orchestrated their fathers’ deaths just because she did not want David to be the lord?” He asked, and putting it that way really spoke a lot.
“We do not have to tell it that way, Sylvester,” I said calmly, and he shook his head.
“We will do no such thing. I cannot expose her like that,” He said stubbornly.
“Either way, she will be exposed. Only the goddess knows what this douchebag has on her. He has his mother’s computer, Sylvester, and Jenny liked to keep shit.
He knows it all. How do you think Marcel and Theodore will feel when they find out through the guy, not us? Do you think he will expose your mother in a way that would get her sympathy? It might not affect your position because you are now king, and David is lord as your father wanted, but still, it will affect her.
The punishment is death, Sylvester. We have people locked up for treason that never attempted taking your life; what do you think would happen to your mother, who planned and succeeded in having a lord and his officers killed by exposing him to his known enemy?” I asked him, and he was silent, seeing my point.
Sylvester looked at me with misty and tearful eyes.
“She has been through enough; having me judge her would be cruel, Tamia. Exposing her like that would be inhumane,” he said, afraid of what would happen to his mother.
“I know, my love,” I said and went to him, and he hugged me for comfort. I rested my head against his chest.
“I know exactly how it will feel. That is why I want us to do damage control. Please hear me out,” I pleaded gently, and he broke the hug. He was able to win the battle against his tears.
“We will start by telling David how his mother died and how Jenny bragged about it. Then we will tell Dominic what your father planned on doing to him. Then we will talk about the letter sent to Devin anonymously and confess who did it and tell them that Jenny found out and was blackmailing your mother with it. She attacked your mother at home, and she and your mother fought. Stephanie killed her in self-defence. But afraid of what the council might do to her because the council was corrupt, she tried to cover it up.
Now Jenny’s son has the evidence from his mother’s computer, and he wants to destroy Stephanie with it to destabilise you,” I said, and he shook his head.
“It would not exonerate her,” he said, and I nodded.
“But it will come from us, and they will sympathise with her. Instead of allowing that bastard to tell it from his angle, that might as well damn your mother,” I told him, and he did not know what to do.
“What is the situation with Amanda?” He asked me, and I shrugged.
“According to Levi, she is still in the hotel in Cains. She should be due in two weeks, though. Hendrix is on Jacob, but I think they should just arrest him. I doubt he knows anything and would lead us anywhere. I plan on sending enforcers to Cains Island to pick the bastard up,” I said, and he nodded.
“Let’s give it a day or two, and then we can decide. The blue moon is next week, and I do not want my mother to miss our wedding,” he said with a finality that I knew had ended the conversation.
I pretended to let it go while I thought of the best way to deal with the situation.
We freshened up and went for breakfast. Everyone was in high spirits, and David and Nicole were with us for the first time.