Trapped by One Night's Mistakes
Chapter 75.

The still-unconscious Prince lay in a dimly lit room with his hands and feet bound, blood from his wounded head continuing to seep out.

Four well-built men including the courier and the man who hit Prince were standing in every corner of the dusty, damp room. A beautiful-looking man was sitting on a worn-out wooden chair, he looked at Prince as he folded his hands in front of his chest.

"Siram him!" the pinta is firm.

One of his men came to bring him a bucket of water and immediately poured it on the Prince, as soon as his weak body was drenched and his consciousness began to return.

Slowly Prince opened his eyes while grimacing in pain, his head still dizzy and throbbing.

"Where am I?" prince asked as his eyes caught the unfamiliar atmosphere and tended to be dark. He's still snapping, trying to focus his gaze.

"How does it feel? It hurt?" ask the man sitting in front of the Prince.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the future Queen" replied the man who was none other than the Emperor.

"Haah? What do you want?"

"My desire is, you stay away from my future wife." said the Emperor casually, he stepped up from his seat and approached the Prince.

"If I don't want to, what do you want?" challenge Prince.

Bugh .. bugh ....

The Emperor kicked the Prince in the face repeatedly, even his expensive pantofel shoes managed to make the Prince's nose break and bleed.

"That's what I want!" the Emperor said after being satisfied to kick the Prince's face.

"That's all?" ejek Prince's. "I won't back down in the slightest." the Prince insisted and made the Emperor's emotions even higher.

"Hand him!" The emperor gave the order to his men.

The four big-bodied men immediately beat Prince to the ground, Prince could not fight, he just resigned with his legs and hands tied. His mind floated far away, imagined the face of Queen and also the Mother.

"I love you so much." Prince.

Seeing the Prince helpless, the Emperor ordered his men to stop. "Stop!"

The four men stopped beating Prince and moved away. The Emperor smiled sinisterly as he saw the Prince coughing and vomiting blood.

"Hows it? You still haven't snapped?"

Prince tried to laugh even though his entire body was in pain and the fishy taste of blood was so disturbing. "Even if I die, Queen will never forget me. Because we love each other and now she's pregnant with my son."

The Emperor grew furious at the Prince's words, with a hardened jaw he grabbed the wooden chair he was sitting on and then smashed it towards the Prince. "Death to you, you bastard!"

Prince was immediately unconscious again with his entire body covered in wounds and blood.

"Bring him! And throw it out on the street. Make sure no one sees you doing it." asked the Emperor.

"Good, Boss."

The Emperor sauntered away leaving the drooping Prince helpless, his heart completely furious at the man's last words. He rushed into the car and darted home to change clothes, then after that he was going to the Ravindra residence, where his family was gathering.

He gripped the steering wheel so firmly, that his handbooks turned white. His jaw hardened because it held the anger that controlled him, the pain and disappointment of betrayal.

"Aaargh ... motherfucker!" the Emperor shouted with emotion while lashing out at the steering wheel of his car.

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