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54. War Criminal, Investor, Husband

Author: Aliast
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-24 18:01:49
“And… who is this?”

My mother asked at last, lips still curled in that brittle smile, but her gaze sharpened like glass, cataloging every unsanctioned detail. Her voice was polite. But her eyes said, ‘He doesn’t belong.’

“Misha Ashford.” He stepped forward half a pace, tilting his head as though seeing her for the first time. Then he offered a short, mocking bow. “Lorraine’s husband. You may not remember me, Mrs. Redmond.”

My mother faltered, blinking in confusion. “Wh—what?

“I believe you fainted during the part where Ezra’s pants were down and Meredith’s dress was up,” he added lightly. “Hell of a way to open a wedding ceremony, if you ask me.”

Her lips parted, stunned silent for the first time in probably a decade. Color rose in her cheeks. Not from embarrassment, but indignation. The room around us strained to hold its collective breath.

“I—I was not feeling well,” she managed finally, her voice brittle with regained composure. “And I don’t recall anyone giving you permissio
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  • Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife   110. Dinner with the Backstabbers? Absolutely Not

    The game ended more than an hour later. I knew the tension didn’t vanish, because there was still talk about what's to be done next. Vincent rose first amongst the others. Silas followed without a word, already scanning the room like he was reading everyone’s next three moves. While Misha stretched lazily, like winning hadn't taken any effort, and let out a theatrical yawn before joining them. He must be acting, but I also witnessed how he easily played Sebastian and his friends at the casino. As the trio dispersed into quieter conversations with the city’s puppet-masters, I stood by, half-invisible, not quite sure where to go next. That’s when Renaldi approached, smiling too brightly.“You shouldn’t be lingering around all this testosterone and politics, Miss Lorraine,” he said with a playful lilt, gesturing subtly toward a group of women near the bar. “Come, let me introduce you to some proper company. I’m sure you’ll find their conversations much more

  • Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife   109. Behind Every Chips

    I watched the blood drain from Ezra's face like water through a cracked cup. His eyes shot to me, then back to Vincent, then again to me, as if trying to find a crack in the truth. A tell. A lie.“You’re joking,” he said, a weak laugh punching through his throat. “This is some… what? Some bit? You’re joking, right? This girl?” He gestured wildly toward me. “She’s your—no. No, no, that doesn’t make sense.”I raised an eyebrow. “Still calling me ‘this girl’? Bold choice, Borken.”Ezra flinched like I’d slapped him.Mitchell finally spoke, but even he sounded uncertain. “Mr. Vescari… with all due respect, if this is a misunderstanding—”“There is no misunderstanding,” Vincent cut in, his voice calm as ever. “You’re right. She didn’t belong here.” He looked at me then. “Not until now that I brought her here with me.”My heart punched hard against my ribs.“She’s my daughter,” he said, softer now, but it e

  • Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife   108. Useless Ex-fiancée

    “Lorraine? What the hell are you doing here?”I turned slowly. The same way you turn when you hear an old song that once meant something and now only stings.My fucking cheating ex-fiance. Dressed to impress. Hair perfect. Tie carefully loosened like he didn’t try too hard, but of course he did. Same smug mouth. Same arrogant eyes. And still just as good at pretending he’d never done a single thing wrong.I let my smile tilt. “Ezra Borken. I could say the same to you.”His father stood beside him, as stiff and immovable as a statue. His name was Mitchell Borken, the former city mayor turned councilman. Cold-eyed and whisper-powerful. He glanced at me, but said nothing. Ezra took a step closer, but before he could open his mouth again, Misha’s hand slid around my waist possessively.Then, with that low, smooth voice of his, Misha greeted. “Hey, Borken. Small world. Still circling tables, huh? I figured you’d be somewhere more exclusive. Like a therapist’s office, for example.”Ezra’s

  • Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife   107. A Little Game Old Men Plays

    I’d never been to a place like the Harrington Estate.Gilded ceilings. Champagne towers. Laughter that sounded rehearsed. People with diamond cufflinks and cold eyes. The kind of crowd that could ruin lives with a word and smile while doing it. Politicians. They turned when we entered.Vincent Vescari was nearly seventy when the world thought had lost all four of his children. He hadn't been seen at a public function in years, and now here he was, walking in like a ghost resurrected, with a young woman at his side.Whispers followed us like shadows.“Is that her?”“She looks nothing like—”“I thought they all died.”“Long lost daughter? Seriously? Who fucking believes that?”But Vincent basked in it. Smiling. Nodding. Shaking hands with practiced ease. For all the darkness I’d seen in him, tonight he wore charm like a second skin.“She’s my daughter,” he told them. Over and over, to every curious face that greeted us. “We were separated for years. Life’s cruel like that.”He said it

  • Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife   106. Threats

    Misha, for all he cared, said, “That’s how I survive.”I shook my head, “And what about me? How do I survive, Misha? Huh? What do I do with the fact that the only person I’ve tried to protect is the one who keeps pulling the rug out from under me?”“You don’t have to protect me—”“No, apparently you want me to watch! You want me to stand there, helpless, while you get torn apart! And I’m supposed to what? Accept that because it’s your strategy?” I took a step back. My throat burned.“You think you’re smarter than everyone. That if you just play the game better, you’ll win. But all I see is someone who’d rather drown than ask for help. Someone who’d rather lie than be real with me.”He didn’t argue and just closed his eyes for a second. Then opened them again, slowly.“I never wanted you caught in this,” he muttered softly. “You’re in it because of who your father is. Because you stayed. Not because of me.”“That’s bullshit,” I snapped. “You pulled me in the second you let me do whate

  • Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife   105. How I Survived

    The silence that followed as we walked out of that hellish room was unbearable. I half-expected Silas to snap again, to drag Misha back in and finish what he started, but he didn’t.Misha had won somehow and I didn’t know what that made me.I wrapped my arm around his waist carefully, keeping pace with his slow, limping steps. His weight leaned heavier on me with every second. He didn’t say anything as we moved through the long corridor of my father’s mansion, but I could feel every ragged breath against my shoulder, could feel the shiver running down his spine.He was burning, skin was too hot where I touched it. Fever.I clenched my teeth. “Don’t you dare pass out on me.”A huff of breath, almost a laugh escaped him, but it cracked on the way out. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”We reached the stairs. I hesitated. “You can’t walk this.”“Can’t?” he muttered, lips barely moving. “Sounds like a challenge.” He was trying to play

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