All Chapters of THE HUSBAND THEY BULLIED, THE KING THEY FEARED: Chapter 11
- Chapter 14
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CHAPTER 11
A BANQUET FOR THE BROKENThe crowd behind erupted in laughter, but Damien stood calm. Elara’s heart clenched. With everyone watching, heat crept up her neck, and she lowered her head as shame washed over “Your pass, sir," the guard repeated, stretching his hand out. “How do we intend to identify you without your pass?" “I don’t need a piece of paper to prove who I am,” Damien said evenly.For a moment, silence fell over the hall.The guests stared at Damien, eyes blinking in disbelief.“What did he just say?” someone whispered.“He doesn’t need proof?” another murmured, confused.The guard pulled out his baton and jabbed Damien’s shoulder with it. “Oh right,” he sneered, mimicking Damien’s earlier calm tone. “Maybe we should call the host over and let him personally escort you in, huh?” He tapped Damien again, smirking. “That way your stay here might actually be valid, Mr. Important.”That was all it took to send the room shaking with laughter.From the crowd, Sebastian called out,
CHAPTER 12
ENDS OF REEDS, RISE OF VEYRA“Veyra Holdings? Elara muttered as she laughed dryly. "My company? No, this must be a joke." New murmurs began to fly as heads snapped toward Elara, then back to Vanessa, then back again. Some people leaned in closer, eyes wide, while some stepped back like they were afraid of her. Elara turned to Ryan, staring, searching his eyes for anything–anything that'd tell her that he was joking. But he held no emotion of that sort. She knew he was serious, but the ridiculousness of the entire timing felt like it was nothing but a show. It wasn't until her gaze traveled to the display board towering above the bell, flashing real-time market data, that it fully dawned on her. Everyone turned their gaze too, watching as Veyra Holdings slowly crept up, its stock prices flickering upwards before surging past Vanessa's. The entire hall fell silent as the Veyra Holdings symbol flashed vibrantly at the number one spot. “W-what?" Vanessa breathed, her voice cracking as
CHAPTER 13
LIKE DAUGHTER, LIKE MOTHER. “Fucking let go of me,” Vanessa shrieked, struggling wildly against the guards. "Don't you know who I am? I am Vanessa Reed, owner of–” Her words were cut short as the guards slammed her to the ground. She landed hard on her arm and a sickening crack echoed in her ear. Teeth clenched, she looked up at the two guards, the pain from her arm seeping into her expressions. “You will pay," she spat, her matted hair flying in each breath. “You hear me? You both will fucking pay for this." The guards said nothing. They just stood there, staring down at her like she was trash. The awe and respect they once had in their gazes were gone, cold indifference replacing them. How did things change so quickly?...“Stay out," the one at the front said in a voice that sent chills down her spine. “You try to come back in…” he tapped the baton held to his side, "... and we won't be so merciful.” Vanessa tried to speak but her words died before they could reach her lips th
CHAPTER 14
WOLF IN SAVIOR'S CLOTHINGThe ceiling fan creaked as it swirled above them, filling the air with the same musty smell that settled on the seats. A cricket chirped at a corner, filling the silence that had already settled in the room. Sebastian sank into the seat, holding his breath as he scrolled through his phone. Vanessa paced back and forth, her voice echoing off the walls as she shouted. “What did you even do to put you in there?" she said, covering her face with her hands as she shook her head. "It had to be something bad, of course. And you had to pull your friends in too. Do you know how much stress you put me into?" She paused, turning to her mother who was silent the entire time. “Are you even listening to me?" Margaret hissed, her face squeezing as she placed the icebag on her black eye. Theresa's claw marks on her skin still stung and moving did nothing to help. She could only sit still, taking in slow breaths as she stared at the varnish table in front of her. “Why did