The last confessor 2 Episode 17 & 18

🩸The Last Confessor🗡️
(She’s the last of her kind….)
#season 2
Episode 17
By: Kebby NG
 
 
Jeffery looked around his new house, it was still a surprise to him and he still haven’t gotten over the shock after Roseline took him to a beautiful bungalow saying it’s theirs.
He was speechless and he didn’t even know what to say.
“I know you’re shocked. My parents accepted me back – as their daughter and they gave us this house as our wedding gift. As their first and only daughter, they want the best for me and they wouldn’t want to watch me suffer.
So, this is it.” Roseline explained with a small smile as she stared at Jeffery who was still bedazzled by the beauty and every single decorations of the house.
It looked like paradise.
Apart from living in the palace, he hasn’t really lived in a really fancy and beautiful place like this house that was already his.
“And Jeff.” Roseline called calmly.
“Huh?” Jeffery turned to stare at her, giving her his full attention.
“I have a confession to make.” She sighed and twitched her l-ips.
“Okay?” He sounded so curious.
“I ain’t pregnant – I wasn’t pregnant. I had gone for a termination but I was told that I wasn’t pregnant. I’m sorry.” She sighed lowly and stared at her feet. She couldn’t even stare at him because she was scared and uncertain of how his reaction would be towards her.
He has every right to be angry. But part of her doesn’t want that.
“It’s fine.” Jeffery shrugged like it’s nothing – but it was something.
This last few days, Roseline had really changed and he found out that he liked her – very much. If she wasn’t pregnant, there’s nothing he could do. Perhaps, they would be able to make a baby when the time comes.
“You aren’t angry at me? I expect you to be yelling at me right now and burning with rage that I lied and deceived you.” Roseline said truthfully.
“It’s fine, really.” He nodded his head with a small smile.
“And Jeffery, I want to give us a chance. Little step at a time, we can start off as cool friends.” Roseline bit her lower lip shyly. She didn’t think she’d ever blush this hærd like a schoolgirl in front of Jeffery whom she hated – or who she thought she hated.
“Thank you Rose. I’ll try to be the best, if not perfect. Thank you.” Jeffery said with a wide smile and hugged her affectionately and she did hug him back.
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Isabelle suddenly started to perspire despite the cool breeze of the night. Her heart was thumping really fast and she felt so nervous.
“Answer me Isabelle!” The king thundered. She shivered more. Her mouth parted to say something but they close back because she was speechless.
How the hell the king know?
Choice didn’t tell him, did she?
“The healer told me. He had to run some tests on you and he found out that you were pregnant. So, tell me Isabelle, who’s responsible?” The king asked gruffly
Why would he ask her such a question when he’s been the only one down her legs?
He even deflowered her and yet, he was asking her who was responsible? Did he think she’s been sleeping around?
“Why would you ask me such a question! You took my V-rginity! You’ve had countless s€× with me! You’ve been the only in between my legs and no man has ever seen my nudity except you. You’ve had countless s€× with me and you didn’t use protection and I didn’t take an after s€× pill too. You’re the father of my baby.” Isabelle bursted into tears.
She didn’t even know what gave her the guts to yell at the king but she just couldn’t hold herself.
She was already in tears and she was nervous too. What would be the king’s reaction?
She avoided his gaze because she couldn’t bring herself to stare at him.
“Huh? Are you saying the truth?” The king asked calmly.
“Yes. You’re the father of my baby. I’ve never had s€× with anyone except you.” She cried even h-rder.
“Shush!” The king surprised her by pulling her into a warm hug, patting her long fallen hair.
“Stop crying okay? It’s not good for your health.” He cooed calmly.
Isabelle thought she was hallucinating because it was too good to be true. She never expected the king to react this way.
She didn’t even know how he will react.
“I’m sorry okay? I just wanted to be sure I was responsible. I wasn’t gonna deny it.” He replied calmly, pulling gently away from the hug.
He wiped her tears and stroked her hair affectionately.
“I’ll take responsibility for it okay? I’ll try my best to give you all the support you need.” The king said, surprising her the more and leaving her speechless.
Isabelle just nodded her head and grinned.
“My king.” She called lowly. She looked so vulnerable and innocent.
“Huh?” He answered and stopped stroking her hair.
“I want you to feed me apples and carry me like a baby for an hour.”
“What!”
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“You really lack manners you know?” The king said lowly, glaring at princess Debby.
She was standing before him with her head bowed.
“You couldn’t even apologize even after you uttered such downgrading words to Isabelle. You even went ahead to push her down the stairs.
Did your parents not teach you morals? You lack moral upbringing.” The king further said and sat on his bed.
Princess Debby twitched her l-ips and she was almost forced to roll her eyes.
“I’m sorry.” She said like she was forced to say it.
“You know what? Arrange your belongings, you wouldn’t be needed here again. I’ll send a letter to your uncle, king Smith and you’ll be returning to your kingdom tomorrow.
My carriage would take you and your personal maid. You’re not qualified in any way to be the future queen and my future bride.” The king said, like it was nothing.
“My king…” Princess Debby was shocked to get bone. Was the king really sending her away? She hasn’t even spent a week in the palace and she was already told you leave?
Oh God! What exactly was she going to tell her uncle?
Her disappointed will be be towards her.
“You can leave.” The king dismissed her.
With shame and guilt, princess Debby bowed and left.
*
The king had really fed Isabelle with four apples and carried her like a baby : in s bridal style until his back was starting to hurt.
She really weighted a lot coupled with the fact that she was having another life growing in,side of her.
She had added some weight too – he had noticed too.
He felt sincerely happy that he was going to have a child, it doesn’t matter if it was from someone that was supposed to be his enemy.
He doesn’t hates her and he has finally come to accept the fact.
He would do anything to protect her and her unborn child.
Now, they mean a lot to him.
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Prince Kalen had to back off with the plans he had intended to carry out on Isabelle the moment he knew she was already pregnant for the king.
He wouldn’t want to get himself killed by hurting Isabelle, who clearly now looked like the king’s woman.
*******
Isabelle could hærdly recognize herself after the maids were done with her makeup.
She was going to a royal party with the king and she wasn’t going as a slave.
The king had ordered for a beautiful and we’ll designed gown for her and her hair to be braided beautifully.
Even without the makeup, she still looked really pretty but she had to wear a little makeup to compliment the gown and her beautifully styled hair.
This past few weeks had been the best days of her life. The king treats her very well and the royal council and the royal family already knew she was pregnant but she doesn’t know yet on their intake in the matter.
But she cared less, in ad much as the king accepts the baby, she’s fine with it.
But then, there’s only one thing troubling her.
She wants the Rada’han to be taken off her buy what she doesn’t know is if the king would remove it off from her neck.
She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard bewildered gasped.
“Wow! You look really beautiful Isabelle. You look like a queen.” A maid praised. Isabelle blushed lightly and smiled.
“Thank you.”
She stared down at her baby bump and car-ssed it gently. Her baby bump was already visible and surprisingly, it was a little too big for a five months old pregnancy.
She sighed and smiled.
Time to start going, the king would probably be probably be waiting for her. Due to her condition, she had to wear a sandal but it still looked good with the gown.
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“I want to use the bathroom.” Isabelle whispered to the king.
They were already in the party and the king was busy attending to some other people she didn’t know.
At first, the kings were really surprised to see her dressed, not in a slave uniform but in a beautiful ball gown that even made her baby bump more visible.
Their eyes were practically eye f*cking her but the king gaze told them to back off and they obeyed because they wouldn’t want to get on the bad with king Ceasar.
“Alright. Just walk through the hallway, turn by your left and you’d see the bathroom.” King Ceasar answered.
She nodded her head and slowly walked away.
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“No! Let me go! Let me f*cking go please!” Isabelle stood rooted at her s₱0t as she heard the female voice cry out.
That voice…
She would never forget it in a hurry, not even in her dream or when she’s asleep.
A voice that she had wished to hear for months now.
“Tabitha?”
 
#season_2
Episode 18
 
“You didn’t even spent up to a week there Debby. Even after all I thought you, is this what you intended to bring to me – shame and embarrassment?” King Smith yelled angrily at princess Debby. It was actually the first time he was raising his voice at her.
He had traveled to London for an urgent meeting and he had just returned after two months of being away, only to see princess Debby at the palace, not married; back to being single.
“I’m sorry uncle. I just wanted to get rid of the confessor by all means. I didn’t know the king cared so much about her. I just didn’t want anyone in the way between the king and I.
I saw her as a threat and I wanted to get rid of her.” Princess Debby sniffed in sadly and wiped her tears.
“Really? Did I teach you any of that huh?” The king gro-ned out and ran his hand through his hair exasperatingly.
“Just leave okay? Just seeing you is gonna make me so pissed at you, so just leave.” King Smith grunted.
Princess Debby bowed her head and ran out of the king’s chamber in tears.
She was badly hurt. Her uncle had trusted her so much to tame the king’s heart but she had let him down.
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“Tabitha?” Isabelle called out lowly as she tried to listen if she could hear the voice again and probably trace it and find it’s owner.
She could swear that it was Tabitha’s voice but the most confusing part was that, Tabitha has been dead for months now.
But the voice…even in her sleep, she would still be able to identify that voice as hers, anytime and anywhere.
As she tried to walk further, she felt a hand grip her by her forearm. She shuddered in fright but she relaxed when she inhaled the king’s smell.
This particular aura that hovers around him anytime he’s near her.
“I thought you wanted to use the bathroom?” The king gro-ned.
“Oh! I’m sorry. I just got carried away.” She sighed softly.
“I’ll take you there.” The king said and before she could protest, he was already pulling her gently towards the direction of the bathroom.
*
“Are you okay?” King Ceasar asked worriedly as he stared at Isabelle who wouldn’t stop gro-ning.
“I’m not. My back hurts a lot. I just wanna go to my room and sleep.” Isabelle mouthed tiredly.
“Alright. We’d soon be on our way home. Just exercise a little more patient.” He said.
The party ended quite well and they all dispersed to their various kingdoms.
As they rode on the carriage home, Isabelle rested her head gently on the king’s shoulder.
“You can go ahead and sleep.” The king stroked her hair gently.
“Thank you my king.” She exhaled deeply and closed her heavy eyelids.
As the king watched her sleep, he moved his hand toward her bump and car-ssed it gently.
A life was growing in,side of her?
A life they both made together?
A small smile curved on his l-ips and car-ssed the baby bump gently.
Isabelle slept soundly throughout the ride back to the palace which was quite a long journey.
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As days flew by, Isabelle and the king grew more fond of each other. He wasn’t this frowning and wicked king she knew before – he was caring and sweet towards her.
She didn’t know how, but she found herself falling helplessly in love with the king.
She didn’t know if it was right but she just couldn’t stop herself from falling in love with him.
She couldn’t help it.
*
“Do you mind?” The king asked softly, pointing at her shirt that few buttons were already out, as he laid lightly – not putting his wh0le weight on her.
Isabelle got the signal and she nodded her head shyly. The king has never taken permission to have s€× with her but today, he was asking her, in a gentle manner.
Two months ago when he found out that she was pregnant, he hasn’t had s€× with her but they’ve smooched and that was all.
The king hadn’t moved any further. He was afraid of hurting her and her unborn child.
“I’ll be gentle okay?” He k-ssed her l-ips tentatively with a small smile. She nodded her head and smiled reassuringly at him.
Slowly, he pulled off her clothes – something he has never done before. He undressed her carefully and gently until she was nude underneath him. His probing member touch her thighs and it made her shiver.
Just as much as the king craved for her, that’s how much she wants the King in,side of her. Strangely enough, she missed those feelings.
She missed mo-ning and scre-ming out her lungs.
The king undressed himself too.
His hand car-ssed her baby bump and be placed a soft k-ss on her belly.
He trailed k-sses over her body and bit the hollows of her neck, leaving hickeys on her neck. He took her l-ips in his and k-ssed her fully and passionately.
*
The king moved in and out slowly like he was afraid of hurting her. Isabelle mo-ned helplessly as he drilled her, but he was extremely careful and Isabelle couldn’t love this man any less.
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King Ceasar decided to visit a fellow king, that he hasn’t seen in almost a year. Their kingdoms are miles apart and it takes hours to get to his kingdom.
King Mustaphar, king of Og kingdom had anyways, attended the royal party but he didn’t really talk with king Ceasar since they were both busy.
King Ceasar decided to take Isabelle along with him. He finds it really good to take Isabelle anywhere he’s going.
“Are you sure you’d be okay? I don’t want you stressing out baby.” The king asked.
“I’ll be fine my king.” Isabelle insisted. King Ceasar had wanted to change his mind not to take Isabelle because of her condition, but she insisted on going.
“Alright, if you say so.” The king sighed.
“I say so.” Isabelle winked at him.
*
“Long time.” King Mustaphar hailed the king as he walked into his chamber.
“King Mustaphar the great.” King Ceasar smiled lightly.
They both sat down after exchanging pleasantries.
“Wow! Who’s this young beautiful lady? She’s so pretty.” King Mustaphar smacked his l-ips as he stared lustfully at Isabelle who felt rather uncomfortable.
“Pervert.” Isabelle muttered under her breath.
“She’s someone you shouldn’t know Mustaphar.” King Ceasar glowered at him, signaling him to back off.
“Calm down Ceasar, I mean no harm. I was just trying to admire this beautiful goddess next to you.” He laughed and did his hand in a surrender like way.
“Better.” King Ceasar said.
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“How many times have the king warned you never to try to escape huh? What the hell is f*cking wrong you, you f*cking c*nt!” A manly voice cussed loudly.
Isabelle stopped on her track and strained her ears to listen.
She had heard Tabitha’s voice again and she was dam too curious. What exactly was wrong with her?
Why was she suddenly hearing her supposed dead sister’s voice?
“You even tried to escape at the party huh? Such temerity.” The voice which sounded so cold yelled again.
Isabelle hid behind a pillar when she heard the door open and close and a guard walked out of a room.
Isabelle was just walking around while king Ceasar and king Mustaphar discussed.
With so much curiosity, she too toed quietly and looked around to see if anyone was coming but she couldn’t find anyone.
She got to the room and peeped through the key h0le and found a girl, she couldn’t see clearly, on the bed. She decided to see if the door would open and luckily for her, it wasn’t locked and do, it opened and she walked in gently.
The room was pitched dark and a girl was lying face down on the bed crying.
Suddenly, the girl turned and their eyes met.
Wait! What?
She couldn’t be possibly dreaming right?
“Isabelle?”
“Tabitha?”
And in a swift moment, the two sisters were hugging the hell out of each other,forgetting their condition, with tears of joy in their eyes.
“Tabitha… Tabitha…” Isabelle couldn’t to chant as she wept h-rder, hugging her so tightly like she would never let her go.
 
TBC………….😍💋