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Chapter 271.Rosealba’s heart skipped a beat, and the entire room seemed to freeze in a still frame of time.Drystan’s eyes darted sharply toward Hazel, the tension in his jaw tightening with every passing second.Betrothal?The word echoed loudly, almost violently, across the room, crashing into the silence like a bomb.Betrothal. That was—Wait.Drystan’s gaze returned to Rosealba, whose stunned eyes were already locked on his. There was confusion written all over her face. But deeper, beneath that, something darker stirred—an ache of betrayal, or maybe disbelief.“What… What are you trying to say? What do you mean?” Her voice cracked as she stared wide-eyed at Hazel. “Drystan and I were betrothed?”She didn’t even look at Drystan now—her entire focus snapped between Hazel and Stephanie, who looked like she was boiling with suppressed fury.Stephanie’s jaw clamped shut, and her fingers curled into tight fists, her knuckles whitening.The plan had been simple—lure Rosealba here, end

Chapter 273.The word crashed into the room like thunder lightning.The heads of everyone in the room moved, snapping in the direction of Drystan’s uncle, who sat still like doom had suddenly befallen him.The air shifted. Not one soul breathed freely. It was as though the walls themselves were trying to comprehend what they had just heard. Silence didn’t just settle—it suffocated.Lina glared at Stephanie, then back at her uncle, perplexity washing over her expression, lips parted. Her mind reeled, spinning from disbelief to dread. Her chest rose and fell too fast, as if her lungs had forgotten how to breathe normally.Rosealba could barely blink. She just stood frozen, trying to process every motherfucking inch of what had just been said.It was like her body had turned to stone. She couldn’t even lift her hand. The world had cracked beneath her feet, and every second stretched like an eternity.Then there was Drystan.The one who stood still, brows pulled together as he tried to p

Chapter 275.Silence settled over the room like fog as the two dead bodies slung to the floor.Everyone in the room glared at Drystan. Only Rosealba took time to glare at the dead bodies.She wished they had chosen to repent. At least. At least she would have pleaded with Drystan to give them a chance.Her eyes drifted back to Drystan. God! Her chest constricted in sympathy for him. There was something broken in his eyes, a rawness she hadn’t seen in a long time. Even after pulling the trigger, he looked more shattered than victorious. Like he didn’t win. Like every shot he fired took a piece of his soul.Drystan’s fingers curled into a fist, his nails digging into his flesh.“My lord,” Eric called, but Drystan said nothing. He just picked his steps and headed back to the exit.His gait was heavy—each step a silent war echoing inside his heart. His broad back looked stronger than steel, yet somehow… it carried the weight of sorrow. A crushing sorrow that couldn’t be seen, only felt. I

Chapter 277. The soft rustle of ocean breeze slipped through the open windows as Rosealba stepped barefoot into the house, her fingers brushing the edge of the doorway like it might disappear if she didn’t touch it.Her eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat.It wasn’t just a house. It was a palace crafted out of light and ocean. Floor-to-ceiling windows pulled the golden sun into every corner. The floors shimmered like polished pearl, reflecting the soft turquoise hue of the waves just outside. The ceiling arched high, beams carved from smooth driftwood, and airy linen curtains floated with the sea breeze. Everything smelled like salt, hibiscus, and something fresh—something untouched.“You mean…” Her voice faltered as her gaze roamed again across the vast open living space, the delicate mix of white stone and soft beige fabrics. Her eyes moved from the curved staircase to the infinity pool just beyond the glass, melting into the endless blue of the Indian Ocean. “You mean

Chapter 279. The room was quiet except for the sound of Rosealba breathing—shaky, soft, breaking in tiny gasps as Drystan kissed her thighs.Not once. Not twice.Over and over again, like he couldn’t stop.He’d laid her down on the edge of the bed, her legs trembling as he gently parted them, placing kisses along the inside of each one, starting from her knees and working his way up. Slow, controlled, and devouring. His hands cupped her thighs, holding her steady as his mouth inched closer—never rushing, never tearing through the moment, just savoring her.“Drystan—” her voice cracked.His eyes snapped up to hers, dark and heavy, full of possessive heat. He kissed her again, higher this time, just near the place that made her ache. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. The look in his eyes told her everything—That she belonged to him.That she would never know a moment unloved.Then he buried his face between her thighs.“Ah—!” Roselba cried out, her hips jolting.Her hands flew