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Chapter 172
Chapter 172
The cake started to wobble when Harper cut a slice off
“Watch out!” a maid cried.
The next second, the ten–layer cake came crashing down and fell right onto Harper’s head.
“AHHH-”
Harper let out a deafening scream, her face, and body covered in jam and cream. The gorgeous gown that she was so proud of was completely ruined.
An astonished gasp could be heard from the crowd. Guests backed away hastily to stay away from the sticky cream on the floor.
There was a disgusted expression on Lance’s face.
He cast one disdainful look at Harper and turned to Edwin, “Sir Edwin, let’s get away
from this mess. Don’t let the cream get on your shoes…
“Hold on a second.”
Sir Edwin bent down and picked up a piece of paper from the crumbles, “What is this?”
“A paper?” Lance frowned, “What is it doing in the cake?”
Sir Edwin wiped the cream on the tablecloth and presented it to the guests with a crooked smile, “Looks like a photo…Oh, and a very interesting one.”
Guests huddled over.
Even Lance leaned over to take a closer look.
Then everyone’s face changed abruptly.
It was a nude pic, with Harper in bed with a middle–aged man. He grabbed her hair
and was riding her like a horse.
“Jesus Christ!” One female guest screamed, covering her eyes with both of her hands, “How disgraceful…it hurt my eyes!”
There was an uproar in the crowd.
“It looks like Queen Harper!” somebody cried, “It is her nude pic!”
“And there is more on the ground!”
Guests swarmed in and scrabbled for the scattered photos hidden in the falling cake.
Harper wiped the cream on her face and saw a photo lying by her feet. She picked it up, saw what was in the photo, and her face contorted with horror.
“Stop! STOP!!”
She roared, threading the photo into pieces, and rushed to fight over the remaining photos, “Stop looking at it! This fucking private! I am ordering you as the Queen
FUCKING STOP!!!”
Yet nobody listened.
She tried to snatch a photo from a guy’s hand. She slipped on the cake, tripped, and fell to the floor with her face facing down.
“Eh…” she groaned painfully, yet nobody came to give her a hand.
There were photos everywhere, at least dozens of them. All guests had joined this peculiar “treasure hunt.”
The ballroom had lapsed into complete chaos.
“Look at this one!” one guest held a photo up in the air, “They are having an orgy!” A maid stared at the photo in her hand and gasped abruptly, “Wait a second…I know this man. This man is one of the Riverside Pack’s elders. He is married with 3 kids!”
Sir Edwin heard her and asked, “Are you sure?”
“Y–Yes…”
The maid said in a shaky voice:
“Before I became a rogue, I was a maid working in this elder’s house. My mistress suspected her husband of having an affair. And she thought he was banging one of the maids in the house. She fired and expelled all of us for it!
The maid pointed a finger at Harper and snarled furiously:
“But it was you! I lost my job, left my hometown, and became a rogue because of you! You tramp… Why did you have to fuck another woman’s husband?!”
Harper clenched her teeth looking humiliated, and growled, “Shut your fucking hole! I can do whatever I want!”
“But my mistress had a miscarriage because of her husband’s affair!” the maid cried, “You have blood on your hand!”
Harper swayed on her spot.
Then she threw herself at Lance, dropped to her knees, and grabbed his pants, looking at him with teary eyes:
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“My King, please… Please don’t believe what they say! Yes, I have a past, but so ist everybody! My past doesn’t affect my love towards you….
Lance was livid with rage.
He kicked her aside ruthlessly.
“Get your dirty hands away,” he hissed with disgust.
Sir Edwin crossed his arms and said with a cool smile, “But your past does say something about your character. Does the Rogue King really want an adulterer as his Queen?”
Lance glanced at Harper, who sat on the floor with her hair messy like a bird nest and her gown ripped apart. Her face was smudged by cream and tears.
“D–Don’t…” she widened her eyes in horror, “I am not an adulterer…My King, you have crowned me already… You can’t take it back!”
“I sure can!” Lance hissed under his breath, “You fucking brought shame to me, you tramp! In front of all my subjects and guests! I should fucking hang you for this!!”
Harper quivered on her spot.
This was the most important day of her life.
She finally got what she deserved, a powerful husband, a crown, and a dream. wedding.
She had a minor setback in Riverside Pack. But she recovered from that. She worked her way up from a lowly slave to a Queen–a Queen was much better than an Alpha’s
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This was her revenge on Janet!
She could make that bitch Janet envy her. She got everything. And that cunt got nothing!
But why did her past have to be exposed tonight?
She was already so close to her goal–SO FUCKING CLOSE!!!
She clenched her ruined skirt and suddenly raised her voice crying:
“Then how are you any better, Lance? If I am a tramp, you are a dickhead yourself!”
Lance rounded his eyes, “What the fuck did you say? Have you lost your fucking mind?”
“You fucked around yourself. Don’t think that I didn’t know!” Harper laughed coldly, “How many women have you fucked? Possibly all the maids in this palace? You have no right to be all mighty and condescending. You dog!”
The guests gasped in unison, horrified.
Lance roared back at the top of his lungs, “I am the King! I can do whatever I please! A night with the King was the best thing that happened in those women’s lives-” “Then I am the Queen!” Harper screamed, “If you get to fuck around, so can I!”
Lance’s eyes were slits of wrath.
He raised one hand and slapped Harper’s face:
“You are Queen because I made you! But you are not that any more–Guards!”
A group of armed guards rushed forward.
“Escort this woman out of here!” Lance snapped.
“Yes, my King!”
“NOOO-” Harper screamed, pulling her own hair.
Hellen and Paul had been hiding in the corner, afraid that this could back al
them.
Now they heard that Lance was going to dethrone Harper, they hastily rushed forward.
“Your Majesty, please forgive my daughter!” Hellen wept, “She is your mate! Your destined one. Please don’t throw her out!”
Paul cried by her side, “Yes! Somebody did this on purpose to sabotage your wedding!”
Paul’s words brought some sense back to Harper.
She suddenly straightened her back, jerked around, and glared at Janet in rage. “YOU! It was you!” she snarled.
Everyone looked at Janet following Harper’s gaze, astonished.
Janet raised an eyebrow.
She had been enjoying this dogfight in a very good mood. This thing played out even. better than she had expected.
“What do you mean?” Janet asked calmly.
“You made this cake! You hid the photos! You want me gone!” Harper shrieked like a manic, “I want you flogged! Skinned alive! Your ashes poured down the drain you
evil cunt-
“Shut up,” Daran hissed dangerously by Janet’s side.
Lance frowned. His skeptical eyes flickered towards Janet.
Just then, Sir Edwin spoke up in a chilling voice:
“King Lance, is this how you run your Kingdom?”
Lance shivered, “W–What do you mean, sir?”
“The person at fault here is clearly your mate Harper. But she is trying to get away with it by randomly accusing an innocent maid. As the King, are you fine with that?” Sir Edwin snorted.
Harper cried, “Janet is not innocent! She-”
“ENOUGH!”
Lance barked, his eyes gleaming with fume, “I have let you disgrace me enough. Guards, clock her mouth and drag her out. I will deal with her later!”
Guards jumped at Harper and did what Lance asked of them.
They carried Harper out forcefully, with Hellen and Paul crying and chasing behind
They carried Harper out forcefully, with Hellen and Paul crying and chasing behind their daughter despairingly.
The dinner party ended in a most dramatic way.
Lance fled the room as soon as Harper was kicked out. He probably didn’t want to face the mockery on other’s faces.
Janet saw Daran follow Lance out of the ballroom. Maybe he was up for something, but she didn’t care anymore.
She and Daran had gone on separate ways already.
Janet wanted to find Morgana and Kass and let them know that their plan had worked.
She blended into the crowd of guests leaving the ballroom and headed out.
Yet her wrist was grabbed by somebody from the back.
It was Sir Edwin.