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Chapter 075: The Ultimatum

Author: Amiash Mia
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-06 22:30:28

Kane’s POV

I adjust the cuffs of my black shirt, my movements precise, controlled. Every fiber of my being is focused on tonight, on the moment I will finally have Avery to myself again. I tell myself it’s just a business arrangement, an exchange. But deep down, I know it’s more than that.

She agreed to it.

That has to mean something.

A knock at the door shatters my thoughts.

“Come in,” I say, not bothering to look up.

The door opens, and my Damien steps inside. His posture is stiff, his expression unreadable. Immediately, I sense it, something is wrong.

I finally lift my gaze. “What is it?”

Wordlessly, he steps forward and places a sealed letter on my desk. The parchment is rough, unmarked by insignia or scent. That alone is suspicious.

“This just arrived,” he says. “No trace of where it came from. We checked for poison, hidden markings, nothing.”

Frowning, I reach for the letter and tear it open. My eyes scan the first few lines.

Then...... everything stops.

The letter was from the
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