Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 544

Chapter 544: Reveal Maxi’s Evil Nature

Anya’s voice trembled as she uttered, "O—Oma...." Her heart pounded in her chest as she broke the tense silence, desperately trying to explain to her that it wasn’t what she was thinking.

In a sudden eruption of anger, Oma’s voice sliced through the tension like a razor. "It’s Mrs. Whitlock!" she hissed, her eyes ablaze with fury, her hands clenched tightly by her sides. In that moment, she saw Anya not as the sweet Fae she once cherished like a daughter, but as a manipulator, a betrayer of trust. It pained her to realize that someone she had treated like her own daughter could repay her kindness with such deceit.

After discovering the unsettling truth that day, Issac pleaded with Oma to bury the truth, to let the matter go. Reluctantly, Oma acquiesced, but her compliance was not born of weakness. She harbored a plan, biding her time until her son and his fiancée departed, allowing her to take control of the situation.

Oma had been wise not to make any binding promises to her son, Issac. Anya dared to lay a hand on him, then she should face the full weight of her wrath. With steely determination, Oma prepared to mete out justice, sparing no mercy on Anya for her audacious assault. She might be kind and soft-hearted, but not to those who dared to betray her family.

Anya’s voice wavered as she addressed Oma with the formal title, "Mrs. Whitlock." Desperation tinged her words as she pleaded, "It’s not what you’re thinking?"

Oma’s brows knit together in a furrow, suspicion etched across her features. She tilted her head, fixing her gaze upon Anya, analyzing her every nuance. In that moment, Oma realized the depths of Anya’s deceit. Not only was she a manipulator, but a liar as well. It was a bitter revelation, for among the Fae, lies were anathema.

"So you’re trying to say that you didn’t assault my son?" Oma’s voice held a steely edge as she confronted Anya, her eyes piercing into the depths of Anya’s soul, awaiting her response.

Anya’s mouth parted, but no sound escaped. Panic flickered in her eyes as she realized the gravity of the situation. The truth hung heavy on her tongue, but she couldn’t utter it. In that moment of desperation, she understood the immutable law of the Fae—they could not lie. Her lips moved silently, opening and closing in futile attempts to speak, but the truth held her in a suffocating grip, leaving her speechless and vulnerable before Oma’s piercing gaze.

"Oma — Mrs. Whitlock!" Anya corrected herself, her voice trembling with apprehension. "I can explain —"

But before she could utter another word, Oma cut her off with a stern demand. "Go straight to the point, Anya, did you assault my son or not?!" Her tone brooked no room for evasion, pressing for a clear and decisive answer.

As Anya hesitated, Oma observed the wheels turning in her head. The delay in her response only fueled Oma’s growing realization. How had she not seen through Anya’s facade from the start? The bonds of friendship with her family had clouded her judgment, and now her son bore the brunt of her oversight. Regret washed over Oma as she grappled with the consequences of her misplaced trust.

Despite Oma’s clear instructions, Anya persisted with her excuses. "We had a lot to drink that day and one thing led to another, Mrs. Whitlock," she said, attempting to justify her actions.

"I see," Oma responded with a nod, but there was a chilling undertone to her agreement. A menacing smile tugged at the corners of her lips, while her eyes smoldered with anger. Anya’s attempts at evasion did not fool Oma; as a fellow Fae and older than her, Oma was adept at navigating such games too.

"So you used the excuse of being drunk to assault my son? Is that what you told Isaac, that poor fool?" Oma’s words cut through the air like a whip, exposing the manipulation lurking behind Anya’s flimsy excuses.

Anya’s nerves fluttered as she swallowed nervously, puzzled by Oma’s intensity. Why was she taking this matter so seriously? Didn’t she understand the circumstances? Anya’s mind raced, attempting to rationalize Oma’s reaction. After all, even if she - Anya - had taken the lead that night, she had also sacrificed her own body, and she was certain Isaac had enjoyed it, despite his reluctance to admit it. They had engaged in intimacy, after all.

With a resigned sigh, Anya attempted to redirect the conversation. "Mrs. Whitlock, I don’t think this should be your priority at the moment," she asserted, her tone tinged with frustration. "I just told you Maxi is dangerous, and you’re not concerned for your son’s safety?"

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