19. The Trigger!

Author's POV

Emerald looked at Egon, her eyes filled with pain. She was silently asking him 'How can you do this?'

Egon looked at her eyes with a soft smirk; his smirk was usually deeper, but now it wasn't. He is not so proud of himself for doing this, but he did it to hurt her. 

"Promised to ruin each and every thing, remember?"

She looked ahead when he said that. He was auctioning her real estate, but with that, he was auctioning her personal things too. The gifts she received from her dear ones, the soft toys she played with, the jewellery which holds dear memories, her paintings which she has painted, and these are valuable for her. 

Each and everything holds a special place in her life, and Egon knows it. 

These secrets she shared with him with so much trust and this is how it turned out. She wasn't expecting him to play like this. 

Her glossy eyes wandered on things. She still remembers how she used to carry that long-eared rabbit soft toy all the time, how she has cherished that necklace with so much love. Not because it's jewellery, but it was given by someone special. Why those gifts matter is that feelings are attached to them. Now people will buy it like it's just eye candy for them, and after a few days, they will discard it. She can't even imagine. 

Her blood was boiling, and she couldn't stop this madness. Egon is not going to stop and she can't stop him either. 

She sat there with a heavy heart as people started bidding for her things. 

Egon was watching her. Her head was up all the time, and the queen's aura was still there in her. She didn't let her emotions come out. He wanted her to blow up, he wanted to see her anger and that fire which he hadn't seen in the last few days. This was one of the ways to bring her fiery state out, that's why he removed her properties from the auction and brought those things which are dear to her. He knows that she can't tolerate her valuable things getting auctioned. The auction was about to end and she was still silent. His plan was failing. 

"Such a shameful thing that you can't protect these."

He tried to trigger her but she kept looking ahead. 

The host announced the end of the auction and all things were sold out. Emerald looked at the host with eagle eyes as he ordered his staff to keep all the things on the stage for people to see. Her emotions were being sold in the market.

People started drinking and enjoying the event, it's a prominent place to make connections and build business. 

People came to greet Egon but no one dared to look at her. She got tired of the judgmental looks on her face and got up; she wanted to go somewhere alone. 

Egon was talking to the person, but he was aware that she had gotten up from her seat. 

Emerald halted in her place when he grabbed her wrist, stopping her from walking away. She looked at his back and walked closer.

"Washroom!"

She whispered, annoyed that the man had eyes behind his back. 

He let go of her hand and she walked away, her hands gracefully grabbed her gown as she went upstairs to use the washroom. 

Egon was watching her. She came back on the first floor and grabbed the drink from the waiter while leaning on the railing. Her lips gently sipped the drink as her eyes stared intensely at her things. 

"You are an amazing man."

Egon dragged his eyes from his beautiful, alluring captive towards the man standing in front of him. He is a Larson Manial, a top businessman in the country and an irritating business partner of Egon; if he hadn't been helpful in the business, then Egon wouldn't be entertaining him.

"You have the woman, world dreams about."

He chuckled.

Egon's eyes changed emotions, he didn't like where Larson was going. 

"Indeed!"

His voice turned deeper. 

"I mean you collared her... The best revenge you could ever get... I am so dumb, of course you can do it. The reason you are the King."

He didn't get the hint that he should stop. 

"But the worst revenge is snatching the dignity of the person who cherishes it. And I would like to contribute to that... If you give her to me for the night."

Egon's jaw clenched and unclenched as anger boiled in his veins. He was about to rip his head off his body, but he stopped, and a mischievous thought crossed his mind. He would definitely kill Larson for this cheap demand, but before that, he will trigger the queen. 

"If you can!"

Egon smirked and stepped away from Larson.

He chuckled arrogantly. 

"A woman is only strong when she has wealth and men to protect her; she has none. People are fools to fear the person who doesn't have anything."

He passed the overconfident remark and made his way upstairs, towards Emerald. 

She was standing by the wall which had antiques hanging on it. The lamps, the hangings, the faces of hunted animals and whatnot. This was her way to distract herself from the humiliation. 

"My queen!"

She turned and looked at Larson, not bothering to answer him. 

"You are stunning as always."

He stepped closer to her and she frowned, thinking what gave him so much confidence to step closer to her. 

She was about to walk away, but Larson grabbed her wrist. She looked at him like a wounded tigress.

"Who gave you the permission to touch me, you lowlife?"

She growled at him. 

"Your master!"

He smirked, tightening his hold on her wrist. 

"I have permission to make you my slave for tonight..."

"Egon can never do that!"

She gritted. 

"Sadly, he did!"

He shrugged. 

Emerald's blood started boiling, she wasn't expecting him to step so low. Disgust crawled in her body when Larson pulled her closer by twisting her wrist. She was seeing red, her eyes fell on the sword hanging on the wall of antiques and she pulled out the sword. 

Within seconds she sprawled blood everywhere. 

Egon looked up when he heard the ear-curling scream of Larson and chuckled silently. He knows that only he can control and tame this lioness. It's not a job for any random guy. 

He raised his eyebrows amused when he saw Larson running downstairs with one arm missing, he was screaming on top of his lungs. 

Everyone was stunned after watching him. Blood was everywhere. 

Egon looked behind him, his beautiful yet fierce queen was following him with a red sword in one hand and his chopped hand in the other. Her dress was drenched in blood,  and she doesn't give a fuck about it. 

People visibly took a step back when she started descending the stairs. Larson fell at the end of the stairs due to a loss of blood. 

Egon was watching her with a proud smirk until she made the next move. 

"Emerald!"

He warned her as she did that.