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Suppressing her anger, Glara looked at Damian and his ex-mother-in-law, saying, "Just watch! I will retaliate for everything you've done!" Instead of being afraid, Damian chuckled. "Retaliate? How are you going to do that? You won't have money if you don't go abroad!" Damian mocked. "Your own family has abandoned you, right? If your family still supported you or gave me a position in their company, I wouldn't have divorced you, Glara Latusha Seraphine," Damian added, taunting Glara, who was still holding her son. "So, all this time, you were just using me?"

Suspected murderer. And now… husband. Ariella lifted her eyes to meet his. Cold. Calculating. No warmth, no flicker of doubt — only a deadly kind of stillness. Like a man who’d slit a throat and still make it to dinner in a clean suit. "You look like you want to kill me," Lucien said, voice smooth as silk, yet edged with ice. “You’ll need to do better at hiding it, wife.” Wife. The word slithered down her spine like a curse.

Seeing me appear, Lucian—still on his knees—brightened instantly. He suddenly rushed forward, trying to grab onto my leg. “Eva, you finally agreed to see me!” He was filthy and reeking, with scars left from where Marisol had scratched him. He looked utterly revolting. I took a step back, and the bodyguards beside me immediately stepped forward, pinning him down and twisting his arms behind his back. “Let me go! I’m Evageline Cross’s husband!” Lucian struggled and shouted, then looked up at me.

** **“Your son will watch you die.” I felt sick. The leak had drawn blood, but it had also painted a bigger target on our backs. --- Lucian pulled me into his study as the storm intensified. He locked the door and immediately backed me against it, his large body pressing into mine. Despite his injury, his dominance surged forward, dark and possessive. “You did this with me,” he growled, nipping at my neck. “You stood beside me and helped expose them. My strong, fierce wife.” His hand slid under my dress, fingers finding me already wet. He groaned in approval. “Always so ready for Daddy, even in the middle of war.”

“Well, what I did is nothing compared to what you and your family have put me through. I did everything you ever asked of me. I threw away my dreams just to please you. I turned myself into some pathetic, lovesick fool hoping to earn your love and trust. But what did I get in return? Divorce papers and betrayals? You chose to believe this wicked woman over your own wife even after I told you she framed me. You’re the worst kind of man, Caleb Montclair. You’re a coward. A spineless man no woman should ever love.”

"Yes, of course, Rhys. Whatever the Apex Fund requires." Killian finally released Elena’s hand, though his eyes never left hers. The message was loud, clear, and terrifyingly exhilarating. The transaction was complete. The Trojan Horse was inside the gates. And Julian Vance had just unknowingly locked himself inside a penthouse with the three men who were going to tear his life apart, piece by piece, while they took his wife right under his nose.

his cold and sharp voice cut through me "Clemont Hill... Won't condone your nonsense at all! Get me very clearly! The day you decide to play such games on him is the very day you sign your own death certificate!" He warned as he raised his eyebrows. It was now clear without mincng words that I was being taken into bondage. I stared fixed my eyes in the white ceiling and held my tears back. That was the frightening voice of the one person I had grown to love as my uncle. Mum had abandoned in their care!

Lucian said, using a command tone at the end. “I only came here to give you a sweet memory that would carry you throughout the horrible and terrifying memories coming to you but since you ain't acting so nice I am going to leave you with your unfortunate fate," she said speaking in parables. “I have everything I need to have beautiful memories each day of my life." Lucian said, referring to his wife, Anna. “The very thing you love most in this world would be the very thing that causes you this disastrous fate. The one you love the most would bring about your end," she said, giving out a devilish smile and for the first time Lucian didn't find her pretty.

"I find it a little funny you say 'at the first chance I look away', Lucian. You've never been looking in the first place." Lucian stilled. Just for a beat. The silence between them cracked like black ice—thin, dangerous, hiding depth beneath it. His hand didn’t leave her back, but his fingers curled. Slightly. Not enough to bruise, but enough to warn. His other hand lifted, knuckles brushing her jaw, forcing her eyes to his. He wasn’t smiling. His expression didn’t flicker. But his eyes… His eyes burned. "I'm finding out an awful lot about my wife these days." Lucian said, low. "Anything else you want to tell me?"