The Dark Side Of Fate by Karima Sa'ad Usman novel Chapter 69

~Tamia~

A week passed, and Sylvester and I did not mention what we knew.

We did not even speak of it in private. We had utterly buried it, and Stephanie was grateful.

Glenda and Dominic were at it again, and Sylvester was planning to move them to the house's east wing because they fought in the halls at night. They fought about everything. Sometimes I would hear Dominic end it, and they would get back together within minutes.

They were psychos, and even though I knew Maurice was a douchebag, I could understand why he did not deem Dominic worthy of anything.

There was no way Dominic would be able to lead the council. He was controlled by his emotions and did not have a mind of his own.

I was glad his relationship with Larry was strained, and Larry had started trying to cosy up to Sylvester. The old man had no shame.

Linda had turned Jenny's journals into her book of jokes.

The woman was delusional, and it showed in her entries.

We would often joke about some things she said during dinner. It was great.

While we did that, we practised croquet because that was the only sport we were allowed to partake in, due to our conditions. We planned our uniforms and our mates' polo team uniforms.

I was serious about the black and white uniforms. So I had them make the same for our croquet team.

The women in the harem that were on our team, most especially Katya, asked of Lilly, but we did not tell them anything.

The investigators had searched the women in the harem, and nothing was found on them, leaving Lilly and Sofia Malek as the only culprits.

They were going to be judged and punished for all to see, but it would have to be after the games.

In the meantime, they were languishing in a cell in the estate. We were supposed to send them to the council prison, but we needed to find out the people she worked for. We needed to protect ourselves and our investigation. Due to these reasons, we kept their arrest and imprisonment a secret.

"Tamia," Stephanie called out to me in the great hall of the estate, where the VIP ball would take place; Alphas and sports team captains with the council members will be attending.

We planned on using the eastern garden and the hall as the venue because we doubted we could contain all the guests in the hall.

We had a professional event planner, Lacy Brian, planning the ball, but I had to keep busy, so my friends and I decided we would supervise the event planner.

The woman was rude and did not respect us.

Lacy felt we had no say, but we were stubborn about what we wanted.

I fought the urge to report her to Sylvester. I had to make people respect me without getting my man involved all the time. My friends understood my reason and decided to follow in my footsteps by unapologetically insisting she does what we want.

We were standing in the hall going through the colours with the event planner when Stephanie joined us.

Avery and Linda were weary of her, but I had let the bad blood between us go. Avery was vindictive, and she wasn't over the name-calling yet, and I didn't blame her. Stephanie went too far. I hoped they reconcile.

"So what are the three lunas doing?" Stephaine said with brilliant-looking eyes.

I had never seen her this happy before.

Her eyes shined brightly. Her secrets were killing her. I guess she wasn't burdened by them anymore.

"My Lady, these women want to have a monochromatic colour arrangement, and I keep telling them it isn't nice for the event. They want shades of brown and green and beige which do not suit the mood, and it lacks taste," Lacy said.

There was a way she said it that made it sound offensive. Maybe she had not gotten the memo, but I kept it to myself. She referred to us with a demeaning tone giving Stephanie all the respect and pleading with her to put us in our place. Even though she did not put it that way, her actions and tone implied it.

"You need to watch your tone, Lacy," Stephanie scolded her.

"Who do you think these women are? Mistresses?" She asked, and Lacy realised she had committed an offence.

"That is Linda, Alpha Theodore Orlov's mate and fiance; that is Avery, mate and fiance of Alpha Marcel Sidorov and this is Tamia, fiance and mate to the lord of the north and soon-to-be Lady of the north," She said, and the event planner was speechless.

The colour drained from her face, and she went on her knees and bore her neck to me to apologise for her rude behaviour.

I told her it was okay and to get back to work.

"She thought you were women from the harem," Stephanie said while Lacy walked away, utterly scared.

"Most of the women your mates have been with usually oversee the events, but it had been three years since they had kept such company. She was silly to think that might be the case. I apologise on her behalf," Stephanie said, and I nodded, telling her it was okay.

"I learned you are playing croquet," Stephanie asked me and looked at my tummy.

I placed my hand on my flat tummy and smiled.

"I spoke with the doctor, and he said it will be good exercise," I argued, smiling at her, and she shook her head.