Saved by the heartless billionaire king

Chap.9 The Poison

Aaron POV:

“What? Aunty, how is that even possible? Who did this? Just tell me, and I’ll separate his head from his body!” I clenched my fists, veins bulging in my neck, rage burning through me. “Who did such a thing? How could they even approach my dad? It’s impossible! Unless… my dad allowed it.”

Just as I was about to lose myself in the anger, Brice suddenly appeared through the opening of a magical gate. “Master,” he bowed, his voice calm.

“Brice! "Are you alright? "I thought you were still sick?” I asked, my voice laced with concern.

“Master, you are very kind to me. Yes, I’m alright, but your father… he’s not. Please, follow me at once. "Before the portal closes,” he said, still bowing.

“Okay, you can stand up now,” I told him. I turned to Amelia and asked her to keep an eye on Anna, making sure she was alright. Then I left with Brice.

We arrived directly at the palace, and I rushed to my father’s room.

Brice had been with me for as long as I could remember—my loyal servant, my left hand, my friend. His devotion to me couldn’t be shaken. He had once taken a bullet for me when I was younger, and despite my pleas for him to rest and start a family, he refused. “My life would be meaningless if I didn’t serve you,” he had said. I understood him well—our bond was unbreakable. Just like with my family. We, the royals, were all bound by an unspoken connection that couldn’t be severed.

This world was different from others. No hypocrisy. Love was the foundation, and the citizens of this land loved us simply because we ruled them with care and respect. Our realm was isolated from the rest of the world, with only the Presidents and their families ever visiting—those who came to enjoy our beautiful islands, prairies, and beaches.

Our people, each family, possessed unique gifts—teleportation, fire, ice, mind reading, thunder. These gifts were extraordinary, and the most powerful among us were granted a place in the Royal Army. However, we had never needed an army before. Now, with opposition growing in the shadows, it seemed inevitable. There was a leader rising, someone with powers like mine. I wasn’t sure I could defeat him, but I had heard rumors of his cruelty. His motives were unclear, but one thing was certain: I had to prepare for the worst.

As we entered my father’s room, the air was thick with tension. I saw him lying on his king-size bed, eyes closed. His face was pale, his skin nearly greenish.

Brice’s voice broke through my thoughts. “He’s been stabbed in the stomach. The knife had a special spell on it. We had all our doctors examine him, but none could identify the poison. They say only a rare precious stone can remove it. But… they also say he has only two days to survive.”

Anger surged within me. “Stop!” I shouted. “Call for Mr. Roys at once! I need to know everything that happened!”

But no one answered.

“Why aren’t you doing what I asked? Do you want me to put my fist in your face?” I demanded, my rage growing.

Brice bowed his head. “Master, Mr. Roys is dead. He was stabbed first, before your father. The knife passed through his body; Most of the poison went to him. We couldn’t save him.”

“f**k!” I kicked the chair across the room. “He must have the best funeral." And I want to see this precious stone you’re talking about.”

Brice left immediately to handle the arrangements. I sat down by my father’s bedside, my eyes locked on his face. The poison worked quickly. I could see the depth of the wound, the scar from the knife—it had gone deep, and the spell had done much more damage than I had anticipated. It had been thrown from a distance, yet it had caused irreversible harm.

I touched his feet—they were cold, almost icy. But from his knees-up, he felt normal. It was clear now what the poison was doing to his body.

I thought back. Who could have done this? Who would want to kill my father? The only person I knew who could use such a powerful spell was a sorcerer—one who was locked in the dungeon. I began questioning everything. Why would anyone try to harm my father when only I am in line to inherit the throne?

And then there was Anna. Something wasn’t right. She had some kind of abnormality, a gift only one family in our kingdom possessed—the Gregs. She had grown up with her parents, but there was so much I didn’t understand.

I needed answers. But first, I had to deal with my father’s condition.

I rubbed my temples, trying to focus, as I waited for Brice to return