Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 398

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The crowd roared like a storm. “Congrats to the newlyweds!”

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Confetti burst in the air, spraying color over Aella and Tyrone. Glitter swirled down like falling

stars.

Aella met Tyrone’s eyes for a split second.

Then she turned, threw Brad a glare sharp enough to slice through steel, greeted everyone with a quick nod, and walked off.

The cheers died on the spot.

The warmth in the air vanished.

Everyone turned toward Tyrone.

He didn’t look away. His eyes stayed locked on Aella’s fading figure like he couldn’t let go.

Brad stepped closer, uneasy. He knew something was off. “Tyrone, what’s going on?”

Tyrone drew in a breath, forcing his expression back to calm.

He looked around at the group and said evenly, “She just graduated college. Marriage feels a bit early for her.”

Raine blurted out, “Wait, are you saying Aella turned you down?”

The words hit like a spark in dry grass.

Someone gasped. “No way. Everyone knows she’s been crazy about him!”

“Yeah, she’s chased him forever, and now she’s backing out?”

“Maybe her family’s trying to raise their price. The Winters already announced the wedding.”

“That sounds about right. The Reids are broke. Maybe they want more money before the deal’s done. Without Tyrone, Aella’s poorer than a regular citizen.”

Another scoffed. “I still don’t get it. Tyrone could have anyone. Why her? Why the struggling girl?”

“She’s broke, she’s proud, and she’s got an attitude. What’s he thinking? She’s vastly beneath him.”

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“Come on. All she’s got is a pretty face and a body that turns heads. Girls like that don’t last long in high society.”

Snickers spread through the group, sharp and ugly.

A few girls exchanged smug looks, whispering behind their hands. They had half the mind to celebrate.

Tyrone’s face darkened. His stare swept through them like a stormfront.

When the noise finally faded, his voice came out low and cutting. “Aella is my future wife. You think it’s smart to insult her while I’m standing here?”

The laughter stopped. Silence hit like a slap.

Someone stammered, “Sorry, Tyrone. We didn’t mean it.”

“Yeah, just fooling around. Don’t take it seriously.”

“We’ll watch what we say next time.”

Tyrone’s gaze flicked across each of them, sharp and cold. “Good.”

But his tone promised something else.

They’d remember this.

He turned and walked straight to his car. The engine roared to life, and he drove off without another word.

The second he was gone, Brad clapped his hands. “Alright, everyone. Drinks tonight. My treat.”

The tension broke, and the group cheered again. After the crowd left, Brad pulled Raine toward

his car.

Raine crossed her arms. “What’s the rush, Brad? You trying to catch a flight to heaven?”

Brad drove with one hand and grabbed her neck with the other. “Watch it. If you don’t apologize, I’m tossing you out on the highway.”

Raine reached into her purse, pulled out an eyebrow razor, and held it steady. Brad froze and let go.

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She caught his wrist, pressing the blade close. “Tell me where we’re going, or I’ll open you up right here.”

Brad sighed. “I’m too young to die. Just bury me in the Winters‘ family grave when you’re done.

He looked completely defeated.

Raine tucked the blade away. “No thanks. You’d ruin our family’s good luck.”

Brad groaned. “You’re impossible.”

After a pause, he muttered, “Fine. I’m taking you home. And we’ll stop by to see how Tyrone handles his old man.”

The wedding was almost here. Everything had been perfectly set. Then Aella and Tyrone slammed the brakes.

Brad had to see the chaos for himself.

Over an hour later, the Winters‘ estate loomed ahead.

Tyrone sat in his car for a long moment.

Then he sent Noel a message. “Go through everyone on this list. If their families have projects tied to us, cancel them. If not, send their work to our competitors.”

Noel nodded from outside. “Understood, Mr. Winters. What reason should I give them?”

Tyrone’s eyes stayed cold. “None.”

Noel blinked. “Sir?”

Tyrone’s tone dropped lower. “When they ask, remind them about this. If they want back in, they’ll surrender five percent of their profit. Call it a warning. A lesson.”

Pain was the only teacher that worked.

Noel opened the door. “Sir, is Ms. Reid not with you?”

Tyrone paused before stepping out. “I told her to go home and get some rest.”

Inside the house, his grandfather and parents were already waiting.

Before Tyrone could sit, Ralph spoke first. “So? What did you two decide?”