The Fool The Emperor And The Hanged Man 소설 & 이야기

The screen pinged again, displaying a message from an encrypted source. I clicked it open. It was a photo of Jeffery unconscious and tied to a chair. And below it, a single line of text: “You disavowed the crown. So now we wear it.”

These rich folks had to be bored out of their minds to devise such diabolical plans! "I was right about you, Julian. A bottom-feeder like you will rise to take the bait and fight tooth and nail just to wait on Felicia! I even made a bet with my friends to see if you'd ever discover that Felicia was lying to you. Trust me when I say that we made big bets. "But we didn't think you'd be duped for three whole years and still not suspect a thing! It was hilarious! If I hadn't invited Felicia to tag along today, you might have believed her lies forever! You should be thanking me."

I forced a bitter smile and looked her in the eye. She spoke with quiet confidence, as if she knew I'd say yes. Was it because I'd spent seven years playing the fool? Because I was too easy to appease? Because I had only myself to blame? But what I wanted wasn't just a piece of paper. What I craved was fairness and a love that was exclusively mine. In that moment, the thought of ending things consumed my mind. Paisley smiled, waiting for my answer. Just then, her phone rang, cutting off the words I was about to say.

Henry asked in a voice so tiny it barely qualified as a whisper. “The emperor had just returned from where he went to sign some documents for goods shipment to base 4, when he heard the commotion before her door. She had chased the servants out under the pretense of needing some quiet time to herself. When the emperor called out to her but got no response, he broke down the door, only to see that she had hanged herself.” Liam gasped out, and cold sweat covered every inch of his skin, his eyes filled with an unreadable emotion.

The evidence was damning. To save his own skin, Roland spent the night writing a full confession. He exposed every one of Lady Quincey's crimes and attached divorce papers to the document. "I want nothing more to do with that woman. Your Majesty, I beg you to see the truth!" He knelt in the throne room, sobbing. The assembled court watched in cold silence. Not one person spoke up for him. The Emperor hurled the confession at his face. "You have the nerve to beg me? You were the one who sold the crown prince like some street urchin. You let that woman try to kill Ms. Cadwell.

She knows something but she doesn't want to say it. “Are you playing with me, woman? Do you think you can walk into my life and play me for a fool?.” “I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not hiding anything! I saw it in a dream and that's the truth.” “Tell me the truth, Sophia!”

Fate worked in mysterious ways. Now that I had presented him with proof, David couldn't come up with a way to counter my claim. Instead, he was frantically trying to make himself seem less guilty. "I don't know if the fingerprint is fake, but we did manage to find prints on the drug vial. I'm just calling it like I see it," he declared. Just like that, David cleared himself of all responsibility. Fortunately, Max's mother was a clever woman. She figured everything out almost immediately.

Soren’s POV He stared at me as if I’d suddenly sprouted two heads. Then he burst out laughing, clutching his knees, throwing his head back, glancing at me between fits of laughter. “Is something funny, Felix?” I ground out. He straightened, cleared his throat, and adjusted his tie. “Nothing, Sir.” He shook his head. “Then answer the damn question.” Felix raised a hand, thumb and forefinger pinched together. “Can I ask you one, Sir? Just one? Are you suddenly into K-dramas? I just want to let you know that no matter how good and realistic they look, they’re never true.”

"You should see the look on your face when you said that. I have a mirror in my bag." "You knew what he looked like already, didn't you?" "Of course, looks are the first checkpoint. How could I not notice?" "Honestly, what do you think?" "He's not my type." "Too bad, I don't know much about him, but his name is Ezra Goodwell. A loner. That's all I've managed to find out." "How do you know?" "Rumors are everywhere; you just need to sit and listen." "Anyway, he's the kind that sits in a corner at parties, unnoticed."