Hades~
"She is so fucking irritating," I drawled, my voice ice-cold. It wasn’t enough that she dared to provoke me, but to insult my family—my nephew—so casually? Unforgivable. She had crossed a line, mocking what she didn’t understand. I had been too lenient, far too patient, trying to keep her in line for the sake of my plan. But now? Now, she had earned my full, unfiltered wrath.
Ellen was a constant disruption, a wrench in every carefully laid plan. Every time I adjusted my strategy, she found a way to derail it. I loathed the fact that someone so infuriating could also hold my attention in a way I couldn’t ignore.
Kael stood beside me, his expression set in stone, fury barely restrained. He adored Elliot, like anyone with a heart would. And this? This was an insult to him as much as it was to me.
"Alpha, Beta," the security official called, dragging my attention to the large screen. As I watched the caretaker scream at Elliot, something inside me snapped. When her hand lashed out, striking him, a surge of cold fury gripped me. The blood roared in my ears, but my expression remained unreadable.
Kael’s eyes met mine as the scene played out. Ellen emerged from her room. And then the truth became painfully clear—the caretaker had lied. Ellen had been the victim.
"Fuck," Kael muttered under his breath.
I didn’t respond. My grip on the armrest tightened, but my face remained a mask of calm, though beneath the surface, I seethed. The audacity of that bitch. And Ellen, I had doubted her, and worse, I had believed she insulted my nephew. Fuck, indeed.
But there was more at stake than my personal grudges. Ellen was still a piece in this game I was playing. I needed her. Now, I had wronged her, and I needed to make amends if I wanted this act of mine to look convincing.
"Should I get the caretaker?" Kael asked. His knuckles had turned white.
When grand mistakes were made, grand gestures always did the trick. I turned to him. "No, get Ellen instead. Bring her to the white room."
Kael’s expression was suddenly marred by confusion, but he obliged nonetheless. Meanwhile, I returned to my office and pressed the intercom. Speaking into the microphone, I said, "Unit D20, bring me Mrs. Fuller."
Then I waited until the door of my office was knocked on and opened, and in walked the snake in the grass.
"Mrs. Fuller, I hope it’s not too early for a little discussion," I said casually, as much as my anger allowed.
She deemed herself worthy of smiling at me. "Of course not, your majesty. What is the matter?"
"It’s about the unfortunate incident yesterday. I want to assure you that the perpetrator will be punished severely."
She did not miss a beat, nor did she even contemplate, she just went with it, her tone turning slightly snide. "That would be preferred, your Majesty. I know she is your wife, but her type should know their place. It’s bad enough she is a mutt," she said the last word carefully, her eyes flickering to me as if looking for permission to call my wife a slur. I wore a mask of neutrality.
"And ableist too?!" she gasped dramatically. "She is a deplorable character." free𝑤ebnovel.com
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