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225. Take Him Away!
-At the Froston Empire, Elena and her family were already dressed up, each trying to look their best despite their condition. Edgar wore a rented suit, stiff on his shoulders but polished enough to pass. Maya had also rented her attire, adjusting it carefully in the mirror as if afraid it might tear. Rita had gone out of her way to look presentable, applying layers of makeup to hide the tiredness on her face.It was only Elena who wore her own clothes—her real ones. Unlike the rest of them, she hadn’t sold her wardrobe piece by piece to feed herself. She had preserved a few outfits, clinging to them as though they were proof of who she once was.Even though the family had fallen into poverty, Elena still maintained her luxurious air. She refused to accept they had gone poor, not openly at least. Perhaps it was because of the house they were still living in. Maybe it was denial, maybe pride, but in her mind, she wasn’t like the others.She was applying her deodorant when Rita called o
224. It's Just A Matter Of A Few Hours And The Truth Will Be Out!
It was already evening, and Franco knew they couldn’t waste time. Once the Ruffian Moon rose, no one would be allowed into the banquet. More importantly, if he wasn’t there on time, how would the real Ruffian Lord be revealed before the people? He had to arrive early — there was no room for delay.Muna was already dressed in her luxurious gown, its silky folds sweeping gracefully as she sat before the mirror. The gown was worth thirty-seven thousand dollars, not even counting the ornaments glittering at her neck and wrists. She looked breathtaking, every inch a woman of power and grace.Wanting Franco to stand out beside her, she had arranged for an exclusive suit to be made just for him. She was certain it would fit him perfectly and mark him as the man of the night.Seated at the dressing table, she leaned closer to the mirror, carefully applying a final layer of lip gloss after her makeup. Behind her, Franco appeared, his reflection slowly coming into view. He stepped closer, a fai
223. Wish He Could!
Franco’s heart felt as if it had leapt out of his chest. His gaze lingered on Muna, but his mind was already in chaos. Alyana’s eyes, too, were fixed on Muna, and in the silence between them, tension hung heavy in the air.And the way Muna stood there, staring, it was almost as though she had heard every single word they had said.Franco’s thoughts spiraled.Did she hear something? How much did she catch? Why is she just standing there like that? Oh God… what if she heard everything I discussed with Alyana?His body stiffened. In a rush to save face, Franco let go of Alyana’s arm and stepped forward, forcing a puzzled smile.“You… you’re here, Muna?” he stammered. Then he quickly corrected himself. “No, I mean—you’re up so early today?”Muna didn’t answer. Her silence was sharper than words. Her eyes stayed locked on Alyana, baffled and cold.Franco, desperate to control the situation, reached for her hand and tried to sound casual.“Oh well… you don’t need to stress yourself, Muna. I
222. What's Going On Here?!
Franco darted forward and clamped his palm over her mouth as if the walls themselves were listening.“Shhh! Quiet, Alyana. Keep your voice down before someone hears you!” His tone was sharp, almost desperate, his eyes scanning the corners of the room.Alyana ripped herself free, shoving him hard enough to make him stumble back.“Don’t you ever touch me like that again!” she snapped, running a trembling hand through her hair. Her chest heaved as she glared at him. “Why, Franco? Why cover my mouth like that? Do you want to silence me? Hurt me too?”Franco shook his head quickly, pointing at her with a finger that trembled more from frustration than fear.“No, Alyana. You’ve got it all wrong. I should be asking you why you keep throwing these accusations at me. Do you want to tear my home apart?”She let out a bitter laugh, her voice cracking beneath the weight of her pain.“Home?” she repeated, almost choking on the word. “Franco, you’re here living like a king with Muna Scott. You love
221. WHAT?!
Hearing Alyana’s words, Franco shook his head, his grip tightening on the papers until they almost crumpled.“You can’t heap all these lies on me and expect me to stay quiet!” His eyes locked on her, sharp and burning. “I didn’t forget you or your family! Your father is an administrative manager at GLC Logistics Group. I placed him there, and he earns three figures a day because of me. Your mother? She’s leading in the fashion industry under the GLC umbrella — all because of me. And you, Alyana? You own your own TV station, and it’s at the top every day because of me. Who doesn’t know Alyana Blackwood? So tell me… how am I an ingrate?”Alyana scoffed, brushing her sleek hair behind her shoulder. “And what about our marriage? Why didn’t you promote us? Why did you take advantage of my virginity and run off without ever coming back?”Franco let out a cold, bitter laugh. “I took your virginity?” His voice dripped with scorn. “One of the reasons I don’t even speak to you today is because
220. The Past Is Recollected!
"A Marriage Certificate Between Franco Milton And Alyana Blackwood!"Franco’s hands trembled as his eyes locked on the heading boldly printed across the documents Alyana had placed before him:“Marriage Certificate Between Franco Milton And Alyana Blackwood!”His heart thudded violently in his chest. The very nightmare he had once brushed aside as impossible now stared back at him in black ink and government stamps. His breath caught as he leaned closer, forcing his eyes to scan every line. The date seared itself into his mind—22nd, May, 2015.Stamped by the Federal Marriage Registration Council (FMRC). Signed by the bride. Signed by the groom.By him.Franco’s throat dried. His chest rose and fell rapidly, as though the ground beneath him had been ripped open.Back then, years ago, before Lord Xoxo ever discovered his potential and dragged him into the brutal training camp, Franco had lived under Alyana’s family’s care. They had taken him in after he lost his parents, fed him, clothe
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