Stolen by the Rebel King
Chapter 295: Scandal! IV

Chapter 295: Scandal! IV

"How dare you!" Drusilla whirled around as she felt the cold liquid trickle down her face. She hurriedly wiped it away with the back of her hand and glared up at the offending party. "Leave me―"

Suddenly, the haze clouding her mind faded, and her mouth fell open in shock when she finally registered who she was looking at.

It was Daphne.

"Remember me now?" Daphne asked politely as she gazed down at her naked sister. "You seemed awfully busy."

Drusilla froze with widened eyes as she recalled the plan.

Her half-sister should be, by all accounts, immersed in such deep throes of passion with Duke Lanperouge so that King Atticus could catch her in the act.

Yet, Daphne was completely clothed and composed, eyeing her with absolute disdain.

Which meant... Drusilla looked down at herself and let out an ear-splitting shriek, immediately covering her exposed chest with her arms. She then continued to shriek as she noticed the bruise marks on her arms and chest, as though someone had put their mouth to her skin and sucked with every intention to mark her.

Oh... she was ruined! Drusilla couldn’t stop screaming. It was as though she had lost all control of her body and mind. The only thing echoing in her head was that this had to be a nightmare, and she would wake up safe in her own bed.

"Damn it, woman, stop screaming!" Duke Lanperouge yelled, and Drusilla’s face paled further when she realized she wasn’t alone on the bed. In fact, she wasn’t sitting on a bed at all, but on his nether regions.

Before she could even respond, Duke Lanperouge took the chance to push her away. Unfortunately for Drusilla, he used too much force and accidentally shoved her off the bed!

Drusilla toppled to the floor with a squeal, her limbs flailing as she tried to break her fall. She landed on all fours on the carpet with a loud thud, but her thighs were splayed wide apart and her ass was in the air. This position was even more lewd than the original one everyone found her in, Daphne groaned and closed her eyes, as she received yet another full view of Drusilla’s assets and womanhood.

She didn’t want to see so much of her sister!

Drusilla got up with a pained wince, but she staggered when she caught sight of the multiple eyes roving over her naked body. She quickly covered her chest with one arm and her mound with the other, but there was no escaping their silent judgment. King Atticus would never want to marry her now. He had seen all of her!

Tears welled up in Drusilla’s eyes and her vision grew blurry. This simply couldn’t be happening to her! This humiliation was meant to be experienced by Daphne alone!

"Duke Lanperouge certainly is a gentleman, isn’t he?" Atticus whispered into Daphne’s ear in amusement.

He couldn’t believe the duke had just thrown Drusilla down from the bed, uncaring of her own nakedness. The duke had now pulled the covers over his body, giving him a semblance of respectability while Drusilla was left covering herself with her hands.

"What an upstanding pillar of society," Daphne said, her lips quirked into a smile. She wondered what it said about her that she only felt happiness in the face of Drusilla’s misfortune.

Drusilla wanted to climb back on the bed and tug the blankets over herself, but Duke Lanperouge refused to let her even take an inch. He only liked Drusilla when she was helplessly mewling under him; he didn’t want anything to do with Drusilla when she was a sober, screeching mess.

He wanted her as far away from him as possible.

The longer Drusilla stood over the bed in her attempt to snatch the covers, the more awkward they felt watching her feeble attempts.

"Maybe your sister is an exhibitionist," Atticus mused, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Your family sure has some interesting hobbies."

"Don’t lump all of us with her," Daphne replied evenly, "She’s only my half-sister."

Sensing that Duke Lanperouge had no intention of changing his mind, Drusilla quickly wrapped herself with the window curtains, hoping to retain some form of modesty. She would have loved nothing more but to put on her dress, but with them making no move to leave the room, it was simply not a possibility.

Her eyes darted around the room in desperation, hoping for a friendly face, but she was only met with scornful looks.

"Oh look, she’s finally clothed," Atticus said, sounding incredibly cheery, "Guess the show’s over then."

"It was about time," Daphne said imperiously with one raised eyebrow. "Drusilla, what do you have to say for yourself? How could you engage in carnal relations with a man you’re not married to? Do you have no self-respect?"

"I...I..." Drusilla spluttered helplessly as she gazed back at Daphne. The only way out of this mess was for her to pretend she was a victim, and to put the blame on someone else. "I don’t remember anything! Duke Lanperouge... Duke Lanperouge must have drugged me!"

She pointed a shaky finger at the duke on the bed, her eyes wet with unshed tears. "Now I’m ruined! My innocence is gone... you are a monster!" She wailed despondently.

Strangers who were unaware of the situation might begin to feel some pity for her, but unfortunately, none of them were in the room. Hazelle, Atticus, and Daphne were entirely unmoved by her plight for different reasons.

After all, Daphne had already seen the verdict of Drusilla’s innocence back in Raxuvia. She didn’t buy any bit of that innocent act.

"That is a grave accusation," Daphne said, "Do you have proof?"

"I― I felt hot! He must have put something in my glass!" There was no way Drusilla could have said that Hazelle gave her a packet of aphrodisiacs. That would raise the question of what it was for.

"Don’t malign me," Duke Lanperouge declared hotly, catching onto Drusilla’s scheme. He refused to carry this sin when it seemed more likely that Drusilla was stupid enough to drink from the wrong glass.

Perhaps she even did it on purpose to strong-arm him into marriage!

"You were the one lying on my bed before I even arrived. You took off your dress in front of me, claiming that you wanted me to cool you down," Duke Lanperouge said. "Everyone here saw how you were so desperate for my cock that you ignored everything else until Crown Princess Daphne threw wine in your face!"