《Dear Ex Husband, The Tyrant Rogue King Wants me! 》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 30 章

Helen ValeThe silence after my last thought felt unbearable.Too sharp.Too honest.Katherine had won.And for the first time in my life—I genuinely did not know how to survive losing.Sebastian suddenly slammed his glass onto the counter hard enough to crack it.The sound snapped something inside me.“I can’t do this anymore,” he muttered harshly, dragging both hands through his hair. “I can’t fucking breathe in this house.”I laughed bitterly.“Then leave.”His head snapped toward me instantly.“What?”“You heard me.”The words came easier now.Hotter.Meaner.Maybe because I was finally exhausted enough to stop pretending.“I hate this house,” I snapped. “I hate this life. I hate waking up every morning listening to your mother compare me to Katherine like she was some dead saint.”His mother stood immediately.“How dare you—”“No,” I cut in sharply, pointing at her. “You don’t get to act shocked now. Not after spending weeks whining about how Katherine cooked better, cleaned bet

Tyrant Luciano Zarkov“And what exactly,” I asked slowly, “is preventing you from hearing it now?”Katherine blinked once.Then immediately avoided my eyes.Interesting.I folded my arms across my chest and leaned back slightly against the kitchen counter while watching her far too closely for her comfort.“You are nervous,” I concluded.Her head snapped back toward me instantly.“Nervous?” she repeated with scandalized offense. “Me? Never.”A lie.An obvious one.She immediately grabbed the tray of malformed pastries again and shoved it directly toward me like a shield.“I just mean…” she continued quickly, “don’t ruin the mood.”“The mood.”“Yes.” She gestured vaguely around the kitchen. “This. Pastries. Domestic happiness. Me trying very hard not to burn down your palace kitchen.”“Our kitchen.”The correction left my mouth automatically.Katherine paused.Then slowly smiled.Dangerous expression.Far too pleased.“You know,” she said softly, “that’s actually kind of cute.”I frown

Katherine Harrington The first thing I saw through the jet window was water. Not rivers. Not lakes. Waterfalls. Massive silver streams poured down dark stone cliffs surrounding the estate below like something pulled out of mythology. Sunlight struck the water and shattered into diamonds across the landscape. I blinked slowly. Then leaned closer to the window. “…Luciano.” “Hm?” “What am I looking at?” He didn’t even glance up from the documents in his hand. “My home.” I stared at him. Then back outside. Then back at him again. “…Your home?” “Yes.” No hesitation. No dramatic delivery. Just yes. Like this man casually lived inside a small independent kingdom and genuinely saw nothing strange about it. The jet descended lower. And my soul nearly left my body. Because this wasn’t a house. This wasn’t even a mansion. This was an entire imperial compound. Several massive estates stretched across the mountain terrain, connected by private r

Katherine HarringtonI had been inside Luciano’s room for hours before I finally convinced myself to leave it.At first, I told myself I was resting. The flight had been long, the palace overwhelming, and emotionally I still felt like I had been dropped into another universe entirely. But after the second hour of sitting near the giant windows staring at the city below, even I had to admit the truth.I was hiding.Not from Luciano.Never from Luciano.From everything else.From the palace.From the people inside it.From the terrifying realization that Luciano’s world was far larger than anything I had imagined while we were in Blackthorn.Back there, he had felt powerful. Untouchable. Dangerous.Here?Here he felt absolute.Everything in Vagabond revolved around him. The servants lowered their eyes when his name was mentioned. Guards straightened when he passed. Even the architecture seemed built to glorify his existence. Massive halls, towering ceilings, polished marble floors that

Tyrant Luciano ZarkovThe council chamber overlooking the northern side of the estate had once belonged to the rulers of Moonfall before I tore the kingdom from their bloodline and renamed it Vagabond.Most people found that detail intimidating.The ceilings were high enough to prevent claustrophobia during extended political meetings, the walls were reinforced against both physical and magical attacks, and the windows overlooked nearly half the capital city. At this hour, Vagabond glowed beneath the night sky in endless waves of gold and silver light while government traffic continued moving through the lower districts like veins carrying blood through the empire.The city never truly slept.Neither did its ruler.I sat behind the massive black desk reviewing tax reports from Gravefall while Percy stood across from me summarizing the latest council disputes involving trade routes between Silvermere and Ashenridge.“…the eastern governors are requesting military escorts again,” Percy