Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
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.

King slowly put the photo down, his lips tightening a bit.

The messenger looked grim. "King, it seems he's using top-notch tech. One moment he's in Australia, then North America, then back here. His location changes every three seconds, popping up all over."

"Have we found him?"

It was clear the old man had tech wizards safeguarding his whereabouts.

King's phone buzzed with a message from the man himself.

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"I've taken a particular liking to your mother's bones, much like how I adored her in life-innocent, naive. King, my son, you've played your cards well over the years. But l'ye been pondering how to defeat you, and perhaps you've underestimated what I did to your mother. Everything you've built will crumble."

Then came a video. It was of his mother, from an era before smartphones could record videos, clearly shot with a camcorder. The footage was intimate, featuring the queen with a man who was definitely not the old king.

A chill ran down King's spine. What was this man planning after all these years?

"I have more where this came

from-all featuring your mother with

other men. Hilmed them. She

thought they were all me. I grew bored of her quickly, too innocent, too dut. So I had my ministers keep her company. These tapes-b thought I'd discarded them, but your actions rekindled my interest. And now, I've found them, perfectly preserved."

Simone was among the most beautiful faces Australia had ever produced, desired by many. She never knew the extent of her liaisons, orchestrated by her own husband. But he was adamant, "You are indeed my son, for event couldn't resist her allure at times."

King watched the video in silence, his response measured. An hour later, the man grew impatient.

"What if these videos were uploaded online? Would the world see my queen as nothing more than a harlot?"