CHAPTER 78: ODD INDIFFERENCE

Scarlet’s POV

I laid back on my bed, my body writhing in pleasure as the lifelike doll of Keith worked its magic between my thighs. Its tongue was relentless, flicking and probing my pussy with expert precision, and I moaned loudly, my head thrown back against the pillows.

My legs were wrapped tightly around its shoulders, pulling it closer, deeper, as I added my own fingers to the mix, fucking myself harder, faster.

Oh, yes. This was exactly what I needed.

Carson had come through for me again, as always. The news he’d brought was delicious—Eleanor, that pathetic little wolf, had gone to a male stripper club. I didn’t care why. All I cared about was how I could use it to my advantage.

And oh, I had used it so well.

Carson had paid off some of the strippers, ensuring they’d be intimate with her. He’d even planted the idea that Eleanor would act like she didn’t know what was happening, like she was innocent. But who would believe her? Now Carson had pictures—so many pictures—of her in compromising positions with those men.

I moaned again, louder this time, as I imagined the looks on the Vexxon triplets’ faces when they saw those photos. They’d be furious. Disgusted. They’d realize that Eleanor wasn’t their true mate, that she was just some cheap, deceitful whore who couldn’t keep her legs closed.

And then?

Then they’d punish her. Severely.

And I’d be there, ready to step in and claim what was rightfully mine. The triplets would be mine again, just like they always should have been.

"Oh, Keith," I moaned, my voice dripping with lust as I grabbed the doll’s hair and forced its face harder against me. "Suck me dry, baby. Make me come. Make me scream your name."

Of course, it wasn’t the real Keith. But it didn’t matter. In my mind, it was him. His tongue, his hands, his body giving me exactly what I deserved.

I arched my back, my moans growing louder as I felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in my core. "Yes, yes, yes," I chanted, my fingers moving faster, my hips bucking against the doll’s face. "Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."

I could already see it—Eleanor, broken and humiliated, the triplets turning their backs on her. And me, stepping into her place, reclaiming what was mine.

The pleasure coiled tighter inside me like a serpent ready to strike as my fingers pumped faster inside my slick pussy as I ground against the lifelike doll’s face shamelessly. Its tongue lapped at my clit with mechanical precision while I fucked myself deeper on my own fingers, chasing that sweet release with reckless abandon.

"Keith!" I screamed his name as my orgasm ripped through me violently—my thighs clamped around the doll’s head as I shuddered through wave after wave of pleasure.

The doll kept licking me through it all, slurping up every drop of my cum like a starving beast. "Fuck... yes..." I panted, my body still twitching from the aftershocks as I lazily stroked its synthetic hair.

This felt good.

But it would feel so much better when all three of the Vexxon triplets were groveling at my feet. Begging to taste me. Begging to fuck me raw until I screamed their names until my voice gave out. They would do anything for me once Eleanor was out of the picture, once they saw what a filthy little whore she really was behind that innocent act of hers.

With a satisfied sigh, I reached for the remote on my nightstand and turned down the music blasting through my room—some sultry R&B track that had been fueling my sinful little session.

The doll remained motionless between my thighs as I sat up slightly and licked my own cum from its lifeless lips. Fuck, even I tasted divine.

After peeling myself off the bed and reluctantly pushing the doll aside, I sauntered into my ensuite bathroom for a long, steamy shower, washing away the evidence of my indulgence while plotting my next move. The hot water cascaded over my curves as I imagined Eleanor’s horrified face when those damning photos were revealed, when she realized she had no way out of this one.

Once dried off and wrapped in nothing but a silk robe at first, I stood before my floor-length mirror, admiring every inch of myself before slipping into something far more provocative. A tight shirt and small shorts hugged every sinful curve of my body perfectly, but the real masterpiece was the enchanted waist beads resting low on my hips.

A slow smirk curled on my lips as I traced a finger along one of the beads, feeling the subtle pulse of power beneath it.

"Guess it wasn’t so hard to get rid of Eleanor after all," I purred to my reflection before turning away with a laugh, already imagining how easy it would be to sink my claws into all of them.

I slipped my phone into the pocket of my tiny shorts, I stepped out of my room, a seductive sway in my hips as I headed for the triplets’ private wing on the upper floor. It was time to plant a new seed of doubt.

But I froze mid-step.

There, striding down the stairs was Keith. And in his arms, unconscious and pale, was Eleanor.

A thrill shot through me. Had he finally discovered her treachery?This was even better than I’d hoped.

But then my eyes narrowed, my satisfaction curdling into something hot and acidic. Why was he carrying her? And why was he holding her so... carefully? Keith didn’t touch women.

He tolerated my presence, but he never initiated contact. I was the only woman who had ever been permitted that close. Seeing his hands on her, holding her so willingly, felt like a personal violation.

It was an insult. Her very presence was a stain on what was rightfully mine.

I smoothed my features into a neutral mask. "What happened?"

Keith’s gaze was like shards of ice. "It’s nothing you need to worry about."

He brushed past me, carrying that worthless girl up the stairs. I followed, my steps silent on the ground. He took her into her room, and the door clicked shut.

I stood there in the hallway, watching the closed door. What was taking so long? What could he possibly be doing in there? He shouldn’t be in there. He shouldn’t be touching her. A cold, sharp impatience began to prickle under my skin.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I stepped forward and knocked, the sound sharp and precise.

The door opened and Keith stood there, his expression impatient. "What do you want, Scarlet?"

I offered him my sweetest, most understanding smile. "I’m sorry to bother you, Keith, darling. It’s just... there’s something I think you really need to know."

He began walking down the hall, and I fell into step beside him in a soft, persistent rhythm. "You and your brothers don’t need to waste any more time investigating this ridiculous idea of two fated mates," I said. "It’s simply impossible. And I have proof that Eleanor is the one deceiving you."

That made him stop. He turned those cold, beautiful eyes on me. "What proof?"

I feigned a sigh of disappointment. "I wanted to confront her myself, to give her a chance to come clean. But she didn’t come home. I did some digging and found out she went to Sins and Cinnamon. You know, that male strip club." I let the disgust color my words. "What kind of a true mate to men as powerful as you would be caught dead in a place like that? It’s unethical. And if this gets out, think of the damage to the Vexxon image."

I slowly pulled my phone from the tight pocket of my shorts, my movements deliberate. Why didn’t he ever look at me with hunger? His gaze was always so detached. He must be holding back. He was a man of ice, and I would be the fire that finally melted him.

I unlocked the phone, pulling up the photos my PA had sent me. "I just want this to be over," I added letting a hint of vulnerability seep into my voice. "I want my mates back to myself. I will never share what’s mine." I handed him the phone.

He took it, his eyes scanning the screen. I watched his face, thrilled by the dark storm gathering in his expression. Perfect. He was seeing the truth of that cheap, common girl. He was regretting ever touching her, holding a woman who had been pawed over by other men.

"Apparently," I added softly, twisting the knife, "three of the club’s VIP entertainers took her to a private room. I think we can all imagine what happened in there."

I reached over and scrolled on the phone he held, my finger brushing against his. "And that’s not even the first time she’s been there," I purred, clicking on a video. It showed the grainy but unmistakable scene of three masked performers surrounding Eleanor on the club’s main stage. "She’s a disgrace. She needs to be removed from this house immediately."

Keith just stared at the screen, his expression unreadable. Good, the anger was settling in. I moved to wrap my arms around his waist, pressing myself against his side. "I’m just so relieved this is finally over," I murmured.

His hand shot up, removing my arm with a firm, impersonal grip. "Delete the videos, Scarlet."

I blinked, recoiling as if struck. "What? Why? This is literal proof of her character!"

"I knew about the videos."

The air left my lungs. What? "If you know," I sputtered, my composure cracking, "then why is that filthy woman still under our roof? Why haven’t you thrown her out?"

He turned his head, and the cold fury in his glare was so absolute it stole my voice. I instantly looked down. "I... I spoke out of turn," I said. "But you have to understand how this makes me feel."

"I know how it makes you feel," he said, his voice flat and tired. "But this footage doesn’t prove she isn’t our mate." He shoved the phone back into my hands. "We’ll talk more tomorrow. I’m tired. Goodnight."

He turned and walked away, leaving me standing alone in the hallway.

I stared at his retreating back, my mind reeling. What just happened? He saw the evidence. He saw her for the cheap whore she is. And he... he defended her? This wasn’t part of the plan. This wasn’t part of the plan at all.