Page 47 of Wanted

The lies fumed away on his tongue. I knew the real story. The so-called brother hadn’t killed himself as we’d believed for years. He became much more powerful than Aram could ever dream of being. Spencer Rawlins was a multiple billionaire, and he didn’t give a shit about anyone, not even his daughter.

We had money, but we weren’t nearly as rich as he was. Katantia was an expensive land to uphold. We ruled over land partly owned by sponsors and the diverse people who funded Katantia for a yearly sex vacation.

“You should consider getting an object soon, Weston,” Aram suggested strongly. His step was light and careless. His daughter was missing, and he wasn’t worried at all. It fucked with my head. “I would hate to see anyone of you lose, but there’s only one throne. You need to cement yourself as the rightful heir so that when I die, you immediately become king.”

The lies rolled off his tongue so easily. He had no idea that mom had told us about her voluntary sterilization.

“Son, do you want to know a secret?”

I shook my head. He stopped at the end of the hallway.

“When your sister returns, I’m considering to resign from the throne and leave it to one of my sons,” he revealed. I swallowed.

We finally reached the noisy room he kept Felicita in. I heard moans from outside of the place. Felicita was really going in.

“Who are these women?” I asked Aram.

“They are daughters of the most powerful men of Katantia. I think you’re familiar with some of them. Kamila is good friends with them. I’ve brought them in for questioning because I want to coerce their stupid fathers,” Aram explained. “They need to be taught respect. Kamila might have disrespected me, but I won’t allow anyone else to ever do so again.”

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I picked one blond girl that I didn’t know and took her to one of the palace’s fancier rooms, away from Aram. She felt honored to fuck me, and she proved it by continuously addressing me as Your Highness. She asked me questions about how I enjoyed sex and what particular positions I liked.

She undressed for me, and I should have warmed up to her. There was nothing wrong with her.

I ordered alcohol and several sex toys to make the hour I had with the blonde more pleasurable.

Applying butt plugs or dildos on her was no fun. Her holes were stretched out and ready to take whatever I desired to dart in them. My dick got semi-hard and refused to go harder.

“Is it me? Do you want more moans, Sir? I’m sorry…”

I interrupted her, “Get dressed. Go back to your waiting room. Tell them we fucked.”

“But we didn’t! I’m a disappointment. I know. Daddy says I should get implants…” the girl stuttered.

“Just leave,” I replied curtly.

She left me alone soon after that.

I decided. I knew what I wanted. I owned Mandy Rawlins, and she held a permanent spot in my thoughts. I had finally understood that I wouldn’t be able to get rid of her. What I had told her wasn’t a lie. I was never going to enjoy another woman again.

I’m coming for you, Mandy.

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Aris entered my room in a frenzy. “What the hell, man?”

The clicking and clattering of the hangers had alerted my brother.

Not paying him any attention, I kept going through my closet. If I was going to leave Katantia, I had to take my best pieces with me.

“Where are you going?” Aris inquired. His face was red, and the veins were threatening to explode.

“I’m leaving. I’m going to take back what’s mine,” I revealed. “You better do it, too.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Aris was confused. “I have a wife. I’m...”

“You’re pathetic,” I blurted out. “You’re fucking the daughter of mom’s murderer. Now you’re even having a baby with her.”