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Chapter 180\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hades\u00a0<\/p>\n
When others looked at my woman, they probably thought she s naive, soft, and gentle, the kind of woman who couldn\u2019t possibly defend herself if pushed too far. They thought she wasomeone fragile, and harmless. They probably assumed she\u00a0<\/p>\n
atience to plan a revenge so meticulous it would make didn\u2019t have the heart to be cruel, or the mind to be ruthless, or\u00a0<\/p>\n
everyone who had ever bullied her and her brother choke on regret.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If that was what they thought, then they were deadly wrong.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Violet was never weak. She was never someone who needed saving because she couldn\u2019t protect herself. She wasn\u2019t incapable of fighting back, and she certainly wasn\u2019t incapable of evenge. If anything, she was terrifyingly capable of it. Everything that happened today, every word spoken, every reaction provoked, every mask ripped off, was something she had already foreseen. She knew these people. She knew their inscurities, their arrogance, their greed, and their desperation. She understood how they moved, how they spoke,ow they would react when cornered, and she used that knowledge like a blade, guiding them exactly where she wanted hem to go.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Violet wasn\u2019t innocent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was intelligent, calculating, and unafraid to be merciless when the situation demanded it. She was a woman who would do whatever it took to get what she wanted, and I was the man who would make sure she got it, no matter the cost.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If she asked for the stars, I would tear the sky apart for her. If she wanted the world to burn, I would strike the match myself without hesitation. Her world might include many people she loved and protected, but she was my entire world.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I held her waist possessively, my arm firm, claiming her openly front of everyone. There was no room for doubt, or space for misinterpretation. She stood perfectly at ease beside me, her presence calm, and composed. Around us, the guests stared as if they were witnessing something unreal. Shock rippled through the room, disbelief giving way to confusion, then to\u00a0<\/p>\n
fear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Someone finally broke the suffocating silence, their voice loud and disoriented. \u201cThis is unbelievable\u2026 what is going on? Did she just say she\u2019s the bride? Bride?! Didn\u2019t Matthew say she was as fianc\u00e9e? What the hell is happening?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Another voice followed quickly, just as stunned. \u201cI don\u2019t know, at if Matthew was telling the truth, then doesn\u2019t that mean she dated the son and married the father?\u201d she inhaled sharply.esus Christ. This woman has some serious moves.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean,\u201d someone else muttered, nodding slowly, \u201cI get why they\u2019re interested in her. She\u2019s not just beautiful, look at her. She flipped the whole situation in seconds. That\u2019s not normal.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
More whispers spread through the crowd, overlapping, feeding on one another. Some watched with awe, clearly entertained, eyes shining as if they were witnessing the climax of a perfectly written drama. Others looked pale, tense, their amusement replaced with dread as the implications began to sink in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The girl who had been shouting about chasing Violet away stared at us like her world had just cracked in half. Her eyes were wide, and bloodshot, darting between Violet and me as if she expected one of us to disappear if she blinked hard enough. Her breathing turned shallow, and uneven, her chest rising and falling too fast to be normal. She shook her head again and\u00a0<\/p>\n
again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo impossible,\u201d she whispered, almost hysterical. \u201cImpossible. That\u2019s not possible. It can\u2019t be her. She can\u2019t be the bride. It\u2019s not fucking possible! This has to be a joke.\u201d Her gaze snapped sideways, desperate, clinging to the nearest lifeline. \u201cRight, Kiley? This is a joke, right? If your stupid cousin is marrying Hades Sinclair, we would\u2019ve known. There\u2019s no way this is real\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I followed her line of sight. The girl she was talking to looked she was on the verge of collapsing. Her face was flushed a deep, unhealthy red, her lips trembling, her hands clenched so tightly at her sides that her knuckles had turned white. She looked like she couldn\u2019t breathe.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The two adults beside her were no better. The woman looked hollow, as though her soul had stepped out of her body and left her standing there on instinct alone, while the man stared as with glassy eyes, disbelief frozen across his features.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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When she didn\u2019t answer, the girl on the floor laughed weakly, the sound cracked,\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cRiley? Why aren\u2019t you saying anything?\u201d She shook her head in, then turned desperately toward Matthew. \u201cMatthew, you can say something, right? Tell me your father is joking. Telle he\u2019s playing around. Violet can\u2019t possibly be your father\u2019s wife. She can\u2019t possibly be your new mother.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tilted my head slightly and looked at my son.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Matthew\u2019s reaction was, by far, the worst of them all. He didn\u2019t out, or say anything. He didn\u2019t even breathe properly. He just stood there, staring at us as if his mind had completely detached from reality. His eyes were wide, his mouth parted, his face drained of all color. It was the kind of shock that went so dep it paralyzed the body, leaving nothing behind but a hollow shell. He didn\u2019t look angry or sad, he looked broken.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cM-Matthew\u2026\u201d Nora whispered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He still didn\u2019t respond.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I felt something flicker in my eyes as I took in the scene, then aned down slightly toward Violet, my lips brushing near her car. \u201cDoes this make you happy, princess?\u201d I asked quietly, my voice low.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked at her face as she turned to me. Her eyes were sparkling bright with a delighted, dangerous light, and the corner of her lips curled upward as she watched them all unravel. She looked like a cat that had finally caught its prey, not rushing to kill it, just watching it struggle, savoring every second, knowing there was no escape. The sight of that expression stirred something dark in my chest, I was both turned on and amused.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cEnjoy?\u201d she murmured softly. \u201cNo. How could I enjoy just the starting tip?\u201d Her smile widened slightly as she looked back at them. \u201cThis is only the beginning. There\u2019s still so much left to do before I can truly enjoy watching them suffer.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I smiled, genuinely pleased as she stepped forward.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her heels echoed sharply against the marble floor, each sound cutting through the heavy silence like a countdown. She stopped in front of the girl on the floor and bent down slowly until they were face to face. Violet lifted her hand and caught the girl\u2019s chin between her fingers, forcing her to look up. Their yes met.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Violet was calm and merciless, while the girl was shaking, and terrified.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLike I told you, I didn\u2019t come here without being invited.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nora\u2019s lips trembled. \u201cW-what?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Violet smirked. \u201cIn fact, I was the one who invited all of you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo,\u201d she continued, her gaze unwavering, \u201ckeep your promise.ler grip tightened just enough to make the point clear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGo on your knees and apologize, Nora,\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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