2025-01-14 23:19:56The crash of dishes had finally stopped. Jane stormed to her room, slamming the door behind her with a thunderous bang. She grabbed her phone with trembling hands and dialed a number.
The person answered on the second ring, their voice smooth and confident. “Jane, darling, what’s wrong? You sound furious.”
It was Lisa Powell, her best friend and a sharp-tongued lawyer.
“It’s Dylan!” Jane hissed. “He asked for a divorce tonight!”
"Dylan? That useless guy?" Lisa was a bit surprised, "Tell me what happened!"
Jane recounted the evening, her voice thick with frustration. “Can you believe it? He sat there with his pathetic little dinner, pretending like everything was fine! And when I told him the truth—that he’s been dragging me down—he suddenly wants to walk away!”
Hearing Jane's words, Lisa laughed, "Don't worry, Jane, I know exactly what he's up to! He's just trying to use this as an opportunity to threaten you!"
"Threaten me?" Jane was a little confused.
"Yes, he thinks you can't live without him, so he believes you'll beg him not to divorce! He's so stupid!" Lisa laughed. "I've told you from the start, you deserve better! Now isn’t this the perfect opportunity?"
Lisa’s tone turned sharp. “He wants a divorce now? How convenient. Right when your company is about to sign with the Nelson family. I bet he’s after your money.”
Jane froze, her grip tightening on the phone. “You think so?”
“Think about it,” Lisa said smoothly. “You’ve worked your fingers to the bone to build your company. And now that it’s about to become a powerhouse, Dylan, the so-called ‘househusband,’ suddenly decides to leave? It’s too suspicious. But don’t worry, Jane. I’ll handle him. He won’t get a penny.”
"You have to divorce him! I can't wait to see the look on his face when he regrets it!" Lisa laughed cruelly.
Jane’s face hardened. “You’re right. He’s trying to take what I’ve earned. Tomorrow’s deal with the Nelson family will double my company’s value. I won’t let him touch it. Not a cent.”
“Good,” Lisa said with a satisfied tone. “I’ll have the divorce papers ready in the morning. Trust me, Jane, I’ll make him regret even thinking about taking your money.”
Jane nodded, though Lisa couldn’t see her. “Thanks, Lisa. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” Lisa said, a sly smile evident in her voice. “Just focus on that Nelson deal tomorrow. Leave Dylan to me.”
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In another part of the house, Dylan sat alone in the darkened guest room, his eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. Once, he had been the greatest talent in history—a man whose name was revered in every corner of the world. Dylan had mastered everything he touched: finance, business, medicine, martial arts. He was a super genius, unmatched and unstoppable. Years ago, he had built the Dragonia Alliance, an elite group of 36 individuals who were the wealthiest and most powerful figures in their respective countries. Together, they controlled the economy and politics of the entire world. And Dylan had been their leader. But that life seemed like another world now. One fateful night, an unexpected event changed everything. He had accidentally slept with Jane Cooper, and she had become pregnant. Though their union was unplanned, Dylan couldn’t walk away. His life, filled with enemies and danger, wasn’t a safe place for a family. Fearing for Jane and their unborn daughter, he had made a decision that shocked even his closest allies: he retired. To protect Jane and Molly, Dylan hid his identity and stepped away from the world he once ruled. In secret, he had helped Jane’s company flourish, ensuring its meteoric rise in the business world. Every key deal, every sudden influx of resources, had been orchestrated by him. Yet Jane believed it was all her doing, never suspecting the man she dismissed as a "househusband" was her silent guardian. Tonight, her accusations stung. Dylan clenched his fists, the humiliation of being looked down upon gnawing at his pride. But he didn’t regret his choices. Protecting Molly was worth every sacrifice. The sound of shattering dishes earlier echoed in his mind, stirring a new concern. Molly had always been a light sleeper, and the chaos might have woken her. Rising from the bed, Dylan headed quietly to her room. Pushing the door open, he found Molly sitting upright in her bed, her wide, tear-streaked eyes fixed on him. “Daddy,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with fear. “Are you going to leave us? I heard you and Mommy yelling.” Dylan’s heart broke at her words. He sat on the edge of her bed and pulled her into his arms. “Molly, listen to me. No matter what happens, I will always love you. You’re the most important thing in the world to me.” Molly sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “But Mommy doesn’t love me. She’s always mad at you and doesn’t talk to me.” Dylan stroked her hair, his voice filled with emotion. “Your mommy is just busy, sweetheart. But I promise, I’ll always be here for you.” Molly hugged him tightly. “I love you, Daddy.” “I love you too,” Dylan said, his voice thick. He stayed with her until she drifted off, her small hand clutching his shirt. Once she was asleep, Dylan left the room quietly. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. The voice on the other end answered immediately, filled with excitement. “Young master! Is that really you?” “It’s me, John,” Dylan said calmly. “I need a place to stay for now.” The man he had just called was John Nelson, the head of the Nelson family. John Nelson’s voice cracked with emotion. “Master Dylan, we’ve been waiting for this day for so long. Please, come back to us. The Nelson family will be honored to welcome you home.” “Keep it low-key,” Dylan said. “I don’t want any unnecessary attention.” But John had other plans. Tears of joy streamed down his face as he struck the family’s alarm bell, summoning every member of the Nelson household. “The young master is returning!” he announced, his voice echoing through the mansion. “Tomorrow, we will go and welcome him personally!” A young man hesitated. “But Sir, tomorrow is the day we sign the contract with Jane Cooper’s company.” John’s expression turned icy. “Nothing is more important than the young master. Cancel the meeting. Those who fail to show up tomorrow will no longer be part of the Nelson family.” ---The next morning, Lisa arrived at Jane’s home, clutching a thick stack of divorce papers. She smirked as she placed them on the dining table.
Jane grabbed her briefcase, barely glancing at the documents. “I’m counting on you, Lisa. I have to leave now—the Nelson family is waiting.”
Lisa waved her off. “Go on, Jane. I’ve got this covered.”
Dylan walked into the room just as Jane left. Lisa smirked, tapping the papers. “Sign these, Dylan. Jane wants a clean break, and don’t even think about asking for money. You’ll leave with nothing.”
Dylan sat down and picked up the pen, his face calm. “I only have one condition,” he said.
Lisa leaned forward, her expression smug. “Let me guess—money? Too bad. You’re not getting a dime.”
Dylan shook his head. “I don’t want her money. I want custody of Molly.”
Lisa blinked, stunned for a moment, before her smile widened. “Fine by me. Jane doesn’t want her anyway. Go ahead, sign.”
Dylan didn’t hesitate. He signed the papers and pushed them back to Lisa.
Looking at Dylan, who showed no hesitation, Lisa was a bit surprised.
Could it be that he wasn’t just bluffing, and really wanted to divorce Jane?
But soon, Lisa sneered sarcastically.
That would be even better—Dylan was such a big fool!
"To turn away from a rich wife and insist on fighting for custody of that bast.. child! Dylan, you really surprise me. I thought you were just a useless man, but turns out you're also a fool!"
Lisa mocked with a cruel laugh.
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137: The Hunt BeginsBut no.Not yet.Dylan’s grip on the knife tightened for a split second before he pulled it away, stepping back. His eyes, dark and unforgiving, stayed locked on Victor.“If I find out you lied to me,” Dylan said, his voice calm but carrying a lethal edge, “I’ll come back. And I won’t be this merciful.”Victor grinned, teeth gleaming under the dim light. “I look forward to it.”Dylan didn’t give him another second. He turned on his heel, disappearing into the night.His hunt wasn’t over.It had just begun.Dylan stormed down the alley, his pulse hammering in his skull. His breaths were sharp, measured—but inside, a storm raged. His fingers shook as he yanked his phone from his pocket, the screen smudged with sweat and dirt.He didn’t hesitate. He dialed.The line rang twice before Ezra picked up.“Boss?”Dylan didn’t waste time. “Track Seraphina.”Ezra paused. “Wait—Seraphina? As in your ex?”Dylan’s jaw locked. “Yes, Ezra. Track her. Now.”Another pause, longer t
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136: Seraphina’s BetrayalThe door behind them splintered as bullets tore through the wood. The deafening blasts sent panicked screams rippling through the casino.Dylan reacted instantly, shoving Victor down and flipping the table for cover just as another hail of bullets shredded the air above them.Shouts and terrified cries filled the air.“Oh my God! They’re shooting!”“Get down! Somebody help!”“What the hell is happening? This is a casino, not a war zone!”Guests ducked beneath tables, some sobbing, others frozen in shock. The roulette wheel spun idly, chips scattered across the floor, forgotten in the chaos. Dealers had long abandoned their stations, diving for cover alongside their customers.A man in a suit clutched his bleeding arm, wailing, “I’ve been shot! Someone call an ambulance!”“They’ve got guns! Who are they after?”Then, cutting through the hysteria, came something that made Dylan’s blood run cold.“Dylan Grenville!”The voice rang out over the chaos, clear and de
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135: The Hunter’s ReturnDylan didn’t make his move right away. He was patient. Watching. Waiting.Victor Castellano sat in the center of his entourage, laughing as if he owned the world. He swirled whiskey in his glass, his rings glinting under the dim casino lights. Every so often, he shot a smug glance across the room, completely unaware that someone was hunting him.Dylan knew better.For nearly an hour, he tracked Victor’s movements. Every sip of whiskey. Every nod to his men. Every flicker of arrogance in his expression.A waiter approached Victor’s table with a fresh bottle, and Victor clinked his glass against the rim before pouring himself another drink. His right-hand man, a burly guy with a scar across his cheek, leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Victor listened, then chuckled, knocking back his drink in one smooth motion.Dylan’s fingers curled into fists. It was time.Victor stretched, cracked his neck, and murmured something to his men before sauntering toward t
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134Dylan stepped over the shattered remnants of his front door, his boots crunching against the broken glass scattered across the floor. The place was a wreck—furniture overturned, papers strewn everywhere, as if someone had deliberately torn through his home in search of something. His jaw clenched, muscles taut with fury as his eyes swept the room. There had to be a clue. Something. Anything.His feet carried him down the hall, straight to her room. The air was thick with dust and lingering perfume, a cruel reminder that she had once been here. His gaze locked onto the desk, where a single red envelope sat neatly, untouched amid the chaos.Dylan’s breath hitched. That emblem. The wax seal bore the unmistakable mark of Victor Castellano.With steady hands, he broke the seal and unfolded the message inside. His eyes skimmed over the words, each letter twisting the knife deeper into his gut.“You shouldn’t have come back. She is safe… for now.”His fingers tightened around the note, c
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128 The air outside the restaurant was thick with tension, but Dylan barely seemed to notice. He and Olivia strolled down the pavement, the streetlights casting a warm glow on the sidewalk. Olivia glanced over her shoulder, her brows slightly furrowed as she took in Bobby and Jane’s expressions—shock, confusion, maybe even fear. “You really have a way of making enemies,” she murmured, though this time, her tone held something new. Uncertainty. Because she had thought she knew Dylan—rich, sure, but not this. Not the kind of power that left people like Bobby and Jane speechless. Dylan smirked. “It’s a gift.” Behind them, Bobby finally seemed to snap out of his stunned silence. His face was still burning with humiliation, but now, beneath the rage, there was something else—doubt. “You think this is over?” he hissed, but his voice wasn’t as strong as before. Dylan didn’t even bother turning around. “You keep saying that, Bobby, but the funny thing is… it kinda feels over.” Olivia
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128 The air outside the restaurant was thick with tension, but Dylan barely seemed to notice. He and Olivia strolled down the pavement, the streetlights casting a warm glow on the sidewalk. Olivia glanced over her shoulder, her brows slightly furrowed as she took in Bobby and Jane’s expressions—shock, confusion, maybe even fear. “You really have a way of making enemies,” she murmured, though this time, her tone held something new. Uncertainty. Because she had thought she knew Dylan—rich, sure, but not this. Not the kind of power that left people like Bobby and Jane speechless. Dylan smirked. “It’s a gift.” Behind them, Bobby finally seemed to snap out of his stunned silence. His face was still burning with humiliation, but now, beneath the rage, there was something else—doubt. “You think this is over?” he hissed, but his voice wasn’t as strong as before. Dylan didn’t even bother turning around. “You keep saying that, Bobby, but the funny thing is… it kinda feels over.” Olivia
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130 Dylan watched Olivia as she hesitated at her mansion’s entrance. The dim glow of the streetlights softened her features, but he could still see the concern lingering in her eyes. “Thanks again,” she said quietly. “For everything. For the dinner… and for saving my sister’s life.” Dylan waved a dismissive hand, his usual smirk in place. “Don’t mention it.” She studied him for a second, as if trying to figure him out, but eventually just nodded. “Good night, Dylan.” “Night, Olivia,” he replied before stepping back into his car. As soon as he drove off, his easygoing expression vanished. His mind was already shifting to something else, something darker. There was something about the way Bobby had reacted tonight that didn’t sit right with him. That level of anger didn’t just disappear—it festered. And festering anger usually led to stupid decisions. Dylan reached his villa in less than twenty minutes, but the moment he turned into his driveway, a deep sense of unease settled in
