Chapter 78. Fire with Fire
(Third-Person POV)
(A Few Moments Earlier)
Alexander, the king of Gasita, stormed into Lustoria, seething with rage. He had come expecting to find Asher defeated in a game, reduced to a mere slave—an easy target for revenge. The thought of punishing him for the sheer audacity of disrespecting him, and worse, sleeping with his girlfriends right in front of him, had fueled his journey.
But instead...
"So, you’re saying that boy did all that?" Nyxa asked, reclining lazily on a velvet couch inside Lustoria, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her wine glass. Around her, men lingered, indulging in pleasures freely offered by the women slaves entertaining them in all ways imaginable.
"Yes, my queen. That brat is nothing but trouble. Don’t be fooled by his innocent smile." Alexander took a sip of his wine, his expression twisted with contempt.
Nyxa clenched her fists, her sharp nails pressing into her palm. "Oh, I’m no fool. I’ve had my fair share of disrespect from that wretched boy. He would do anything to get his hands on my key... The best way to prevent that is to deal with him before the third and final match."
Alexander chuckled smugly. "Just say the word, my queen, and I’ll get the boys ready."
Nyxa exhaled, twirling the stem of her glass between her fingers. "It’s a shame. I wanted to make him my plaything... but troublesome toys are more effort than they’re worth." She took a deliberate sip, leaving a perfect red lipstick stain on the glass. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she handed him a folded parchment.
"Here’s everything you need. His room number is written inside."
Alexander grinned as he took the paper, then turned on his heel, slipping toward the back door to gather his men.