Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 196

Chapter 196

Chapter 196

Wren fired several shots in rapid succession. The bullets whizzed past, barely missing Daphne’s cheek, arm, and leg.

Daphne could only shriek, paralyzed by terror as she crumpled to the cold floor, her face ghostly pale.

Wren kept pulling the trigger, relentless, until the last bullet finally clicked empty.

“Take her to the police station. Let her rot in jail for the rest of her life. And don’t let her have an easy time in there.” Wren ordered his men.

Yes, sir,” one of them replied.

“You’re a lunatic, Wren! Totally insane!” Daphne shrieked as the guards dragged her away. “You really think Zoya will ever love you? I’m the only person in this world who could truly accept you-just me! Now you treat me like this? I can’t wait to see how miserable your life gets!”

Before she could say another word, someone stuffed a cloth in her mouth and dragged her out.

Expressionless, Wren lowered his gaze to the emerald and sandalwood bracelet wrapped around his left wrist.

‘Pathetic?’ he wondered to himself.

‘I’m already living in hell.

Eowyn looked genuinely startled when she found out Zoya was going to Dracorialand. “You’re going to Dracorialand?”

“Yeah. I was originally waiting for the military to verify what actually happened to my brother in that border blaze. But since we’ve already seen him show up on the surveillance footage, it’s almost certain that he got hurt in the fire and somehow ended up stranded in Dracorialand,” Zoya said.

But what really puzzled her was this with her brother’s skills, even if he ended up in Dracorialand, he should’ve been able to get word back to someone at home.

Yet neither the military nor she had heard a single thing from him.

‘Could there be some special reason my brother can’t reach out?’ Zoya wondered anxiously. ‘Or is it something worse…?’

‘No—please, don’t let it be that something bad already happened to him,’ she thought, her chest tightening.

At that thought, Zoya’s hands clenched tight. ‘No way. He’s out there somewhere. I know he is. He has to be!’

“Since we’ve confirmed my brother showed up in Dracorialand after the fire, I’m going there to find him,” Zoya said.

“But Dracorialand’s a total chaos-zone right now. What if something goes wrong while you’re there?” Eowyn blurted out, clearly worried.

“Relax, it’s not my first rodeo in Dracorialand. I’ve done missions there before,” Zoya answered with confidence. “Besides, I won’t be going in unprepared. Don’t forget what I’ve done for a living. Even if something dangerous happens, I’ve got ways to protect myself.”

“Yeah, you were special forces, but you left like, three years ago. And if you run into a whole pack of them out there, no matter how badass you are, things could get ugly.” Eowyn said, worry etched on her face. “How about 1 come with you?”

“Nah, really, no need,” Zoya replied with a faint smile. “I don’t even know how long I’ll be gone, and you’ve got your own company to deal with. Honestly, if trouble pops up, it’s easier to handle alone. If I have to lug you along, that’s when things might get dicey.”

Eowyn just stood there, speechless for a moment, but she knew Zoya was right.

If things really get dangerous, I’ll just end up being dead weight,’ Eowyn thought glumly.

“Relax, as soon as I get there, I’ll check in with the embassy. Plus, the military district will have my back while I’m looking for my brother,” Zoya said, trying to ease Eowyn’s nerves.

“You better call me every day, Okay?” Eowyn demanded. Or she wouldn’t feel at ease.

“Okay,” Zoya replied with a reassuring smile.

“So, when are you heading out?” Eowyn asked.

“In two weeks,” Zoya replied. ‘There’s still travel paperwork to sort out and some loose ends at work I need to tie up before I can go,’ she thought.

“Does Harvey know you’re leaving?” Eowyn asked.

“Not yet,” Zoya replied.

“Why don’t you ask him out for a drink tomorrow night? It might help take your mind off things,” Eowyn suggested.

‘Tomorrow… Zoya’s eyes briefly flashed with emotion.

‘Tomorrow’s Wren’s birthday,’ she realized.

She’d planned to take a day off just to be with him, but now… there’s no point in that anymore.

She let out a wry smile. “Alright, let’s grab a drink tomorrow.”

‘It’s really time to let go of Wren and quit letting this whole thing mess with my head,’ she reminded herself.

*****

The following day, a black sedan pulled up in front of the cemetery gates, and Wren stepped out, moving

slowly.

“Mr. Richmond,” Gilbert called out, hurrying to catch up.

“No need to follow. Stand guard down here,” Wren instructed calmly.

“Yes, sir,” Gilbert said, staying with the bodyguards.

Wren made his way alone, moving slowly toward the cemetery steps.

Today was his birthday-and also the anniversary of his mother’s passing.

Every year, on this day, there was always one other person he was certain to meet here.

When Logan appeared in his line of sight, there wasn’t a trace of surprise on Wren’s face.

Even though Wren had kept his father confined on the Richmond family’s private island and had seized nearly all the Richmond family’s power for himself, he knew better than anyone that Logan always had contingency plans tucked away.

Besides, when it came to the anniversary of his mother’s death, Logan would go to any lengths to escape that island, no matter the cost.

“You came,” Logan said, turning to his son with a faint, almost gentle smile, as if they were just an ordinary father and son, “Here to pay your respects to your mother?”

Wren walked up in silence, standing before his mother’s grave.

On the tombstone rested her black-and-white photo-a woman driven by despair to end her own life, yet her smile in the picture was radiant, almost blooming like a flower.

He paid his respects with a formal bow. Even if his mother had never truly loved him, no matter what, she was the one who brought him into this world.

“Heard you and Zoya aren’t together anymore?” Logan’s voice suddenly broke the quiet.

Wren’s lips tightened. He kept eyes on his father, but of course, Logan had his own network watching back. Nothing ever slipped past the old man in this family chess match.

“That’s none of your business,” Wren said, his tone icy-cool, refusing to let his emotions show.

“Why wouldn’t it be my business? You’re my own son, after all,” Logan said carelessly. “Since you two broke up, and considering that girl laid hands on me before. Don’t blame me if I cut off both her hands this time.”

“Are you begging for death?” Wren’s gaze sharpened into something deadly cold, an aura of killing intent pouring off him.

“So you’d really murder your own father just for that girl who left you?” Logan scoffed, one eyebrow arched, his voice thick with contempt.

“Touch her and I’ll end you,” Wren shot back, the icy edge in his voice making it clear he wasn’t bluffing for a

second.

‘If she was gone, nothing else in this world would hold him back, Wren thought grimly.

Logan suddenly cracked up, his laughter echoing through the graves. “Really, is she worth it? She turned her back on you. Was it worth all this?”

“Oh yeah?” Wren hit back, his voice icy. “What about you-was it worth turning into a lunatic over a woman who never even loved you?”

They stared each other down, eyes cold as ice, neither willing to back down.

After a moment of silence, Wren turned to walk away. But just before his foot touched the step, he spoke in a chilly tone. “If you ever touch her, even after you’re dead, there’s no way I’d let your ashes rest next to Mom’s.”

“You threatening me now?” Logan narrowed his eyes, his tone sharp and dangerous.

“Just laying out the facts,” Wren replied coldly, his voice like steel. “If you ever touch her, I’ll grind your bones. to ashes-count on it.”

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