Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Chapter 56

(Eli)

“I should reprimand the servants or better yet, get them fired for leaving trash inside the castle halls Don’t they care about the health of the royal family and their visitors? What if we acquire a virus or something because of you?”

Out of politeness, I didn’t answer the grandma who almost became Creed’s wife had he not found me. I saw Katrice’s mouth move a mile a minute before I stared at the portrait in front of me. It was no doubt hand painted by my mother. Her works had the same signature which Percy and Easton sold years ago.

I clutched the envelope the Alpha King handed to me and mentioned the DNA test that my mate apparently conducted with the help of the royal doctor after he had his doubts. I didn’t get to hear the rest of it after seeing the confirmation. It was like my mind had shut off in the process. The last thing I heard was him giving me some time to think about his proposition, something I didn’t even know what the hell was about.

I just knew that my best friend, my mom, hid the truth from me intentionally, that if not for Creed, I would have spent the rest of my life thinking that my father was a piece of shit because I was sure she wouldn’t tell me anything.

I didn’t know what to think. I could not even wrap my head around the idea that I was… one of them, that all along. I had people I could ask for help about my mother’s declining health rather than stay married to a demon and endure his mental and emotional abuse. We could have had all the resources to help her. She could have recovered faster and sooner.

I obviously didn’t have a wolf. I would have manifested years ago if I had one. So, what was I? A half breed? Half werewolf. half human? But they said humans and werewolves didn’t have the ability to see through witches’ tricks. That they couldn’t see colors or smokes and swam in the Romualdez River the way I did.

I scrubbed my hand over my face. What in the world was my mother? What… are we?

Creed told me to call him after my meeting with the King. If I dialed his number, what would I tell him? They knew. That’s why Dale didn’t call me by my name anymore, why his pack treated me with more politeness than I was used to. One of the few things that registered in my brain before it shut off when the King was still here was that I was the third in the order of

succession.

I could not blame Creed for waiting until the King informed me about it himself because if I heard it from my mate first, I would have laughed at him, something I would never have done in front of His Majesty.

I came here as a human. I always thought I would die as one.

On a lighter note, damn. Mom fell in love with a royalty, with a prince who was more dashing than the King himself. Yes, 1 was automatically biased. Because he was the man my mother loved. Because he was my father. I now knew what he looked like. I wouldn’t imagine him anymore. I now had someone I could call ‘dad’. He just… wouldn’t be able to hear it no matter how many times I say it the way I would never hear him call me his daughter.

I bet Prince Rio wouldn’t frown at me when I called him dad like Percy often did, who only became proud of me when I married Landon, saying that it was the only good thing I did in my life.

Now that I remembered it, mom never painted Percy or Easton. Percy had often requested her to do it. She would only nod but didn’t get to do it until the accident, something that still pissed him off after seeing her paintings of me from when I was a baby to when I became a teenager. It was like recording my every milestone through paintings.

Said paintings were all bought by my ex who seemed obsessed to all those to the point that there was a room in his mansion that was filled with paintings of me and another room where he kept hundreds of photos of me, most were captured while I was sleeping, swimming, taking a shower, eating, or even when I was just blankly staring into space. Landon didn’t try hiding those rooms from me. He bragged about them like a real patient in a psychiatric ward.

I was forced to look away from the painting after feeling something sharp sinking in my flesh. When I looked around. I saw Katrice who was currently fuming as she proceeded on ruining my eardrums with her voice, her nails digging into my arm

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deeper.

I grimaced. “What the hell? You’re still here?”

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Was she talking the whole time I was having an identity crisis? Grandma must have loved hearing her own voice. I knew self- love was important, but wasn’t this too much? This was narcissism at its best.

Her wolf made a sound that made four servants rush to us. They saw us and lowered their heads immediately.

Katrice released my arm and wiped her hand on her lavender cocktail dress. She flashed a sweet smile to the servants and in a saccharine voice, she ordered, “Can you please throw this filthy thing out? She is sullying the floor.”

The servants stiffened. Grandma’s mouth twisted in disgust when no one moved, revealing her true colors.

“What are you waiting for? My godfather would hear about your disobedience. If you don’t get your asses moving right now, I will tell him to replace you all!”

Again, no one made a move. Her face turned red. The servants didn’t even look up, they remained standing there with their heads lowered, as if they were waiting for further instructions. I shook my head. I had no time for this. I walked away instead, but then Grandma grabbed my arm again. Because I wasn’t expecting it, the envelope I was holding fell on the floor.

I could feel my patience growing thin. I was mentally drained. And this entitled Grandma was pushing all my buttons.

“What did you tell the servants? You are making me look like a fool.”

“I didn’t have to do anything. You’re already doing a pretty good job doing that by yourself, Grandma.” I took a deep breath and wrenched her hand off me. “Look, I’m tired, okay? If you’re itching for a fight, find another grandma who can deal with your tantrums. A young person like me has a lot of things to do unlike the elderly. Lucky for you, you’re probably just enjoying your retirement these days.”

The servants tried to reign it in, but their quiet giggles were still visible through the shaking of their shoulders, making Grandma’s face redder. She asked for it. I was willing to leave as quietly as possible, wasn’t I?

I turned away again but stopped when I heard her gasp.

“What witchcraft is this? You are claiming to be a princess now?” she mocked as she waved the DNA test in front of my face.

“What is happening here?”

I looked up and found the King scowling. I didn’t think he would be back. The butler was behind him, holding what looked like a medium-sized treasure box. Katrice’s face lit up as she ran to him.

“Godfather! Look what I found. A desperate woman claiming to be your niece!” she exclaimed. “She must have thought she could waltz her way inside the royal family by pretending to be a princess-”

“Elianna is a princess,” the King cut her off. “She is my brother’s missing daughter.”

I witnessed how the color drained her face and felt pity but only for a second. I shrugged when her gaze swung back to me.

“B-but that can’t be, your majesty-”

“Are you questioning me now, Katrice?”

“N-no, your majesty. I-I would never do t-that.”

The King glanced at the red marks in my arm. His gaze turned cold. When he spoke again, his voice was still calm but deadly. “Good. If you understand, then bow to your princess.”

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