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“You sucker.” Blaine did not even hesitate to let the sly bastard have it in the mouth. “Son of a thief.” He yelled as their guards struggled to pull them apart. “Who said you could talk to me that way.”

Kan spat blood out of his mouth onto Blain’s powder blue shirt. “Murderer. Dirty murder and son of a slave.”

“What did you just say?” Blaine shoved his guards off him and pushed forward towards Kan.

Kan laughed with his bloodied mouth. “Your Father was a slave. A stinky little slave that should have quietly taken his pay and not challenged his master.”

Blaine felt his head spinning with rage. He would kill this man. He would kill this man and gladly do the time.

“Do it. I know you want to hit me.” Kan mocked. “I know you family of savages have never been able to control your primal urges.”

Blaine lost it and dived for Kan. 

Their guards could not stop them and the hospital security were called in. They punched, and tore, and ripped. 

When they were finally pulled apart, they both had frightening injuries.

Still, they were both unsatisfied, each eager to draw the other man’s blood.

“You are nothing.” Blaine yelled. “The takeover you think you pulled will not last for long.”

Kan laughed, and looked like some vampire demon with his bloodied mouth. “Empty boasts do nothing in the business world. Or didn’t your savage Father teach you that?”

“Stop it!” A loud voice yelled, and they all stopped. They turned to see the minister watching them with disappointment.

“Someone is on that table, struggling for her life. Your wife.” He turned to Kan. “And your..” he paused, looking at Blaine, “Whatever she is to you.”

Blaine’s anger immediately went out as his mind went to the memory of Ariel's voice when she called him.

“Can’t you all put your ridiculous ego aside just for one night, and pray that she comes out fine.” He gave all three men a long look, sneered in disgusted disappointment and walked away.

Blaine walked out of the hospital, but he did not go home. 

Why did he suddenly look like a villain when he was the real victim? 

These women had tricked him, acted like they loved him, when all they were only after was his family’s name and wealth.

They were desperate to have his heir and then secure luxury for their lineage. They messed up his love life, turned him into an object of ridicule in his own family, and Ariel even managed to steal his inheritance away from him and give it to his enemy to make him more powerful.

His heart was so heavy that if he were not a man who hated weakness, he would be crying out here.

All he wanted to do was love. Please the women in his life, and make them feel like queens, who were in no way less than him because of his wealth; Rubi, Ophelia, and Ariel.

But what did he get back? Betrayal and cheating. Ophelia had another man sending her a video of him eating a woman out and telling her all the things he would do to her.

His skin crawled. 

Could he get anymore humiliated in this life? 

Was it that women did not like gentlemen? They preferred those heartless devils who would take them for granted.

He had been ready to forget the past. Clean their slate and make a fresh start with Ophelia, feeling burdened from the guilt that he was probably neglecting her. 

He had no idea she was not at all neglected, not with her Italian man.

“Chairman.” His assistant appeared, and bowed.

Blaine looked up at him in sympathy. It was past midnight now, and he was still out because his boss just had to play the hero and save the woman who betrayed the whole Tuckers.

“The doctors are out.” He announced, and Blaine flew up, anxious to hear whatever discovery they had made directly from them. 

He ran into the hospital and into the bright corridor.

“.. poisoned air and nervous system breakdown.” He caught the doctor addressing the Sullivans and Inuoe’s halfway. “The young woman did not suffer as much nervous system attack and should easily be on the mend, but the other woman was not so lucky.”

Blaine saw the minister stagger back, and Kan reached out to steady him. 

“It will be a long road to recovery for her. I am so sorry, Minister Inuoe.”

“My wife.” The man said, his hand on his chest, turning around to hurry to the glass door. He placed his hand on the glass, “Honey. Honey!”

Blaine’s mind traveled back to Môshon's anniversary party a few days ago. How affectionate this couple were to each other, and how they had always been before then. 

It was extremely sad that this would happen to them too, after losing their daughter.

Kan was turning to go console the man when his eyes fell on Blaine standing in the corner. He marched towards him angrily.

“This has to be your wife. The only odd thing today has been your wife showing up at the memorial at the minister's house.”

“The Sullivan way. Every problem had to have been caused by my family,” Blaine scoffed.

“But that's fact.” Kan stood up straight. “You are the only problem we have in this world. Murderers.”

“Sue if you have evidence we killed your twin, and stop this whining already.” Blaine moved closer to stare him in the eye.

“Exactly what a criminal would say.” Kan turned to spit.

“Better go find your brother’s killer. Everything points to the possibility that your family killed my father in that hunt, but you don’t see us throwing accusations.” Blaine smirked to provoke him. “You should learn from your betters. We are collecting all the evidence, and when the time is right, we will meet in court.”

“You must be a mad man if you think I will let the court handle my brother’s murderer, “Kan said and beat his hand on the chest loudly, “I will serve them justice myself.”