Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 305

“Someone, get in here!” Julian’s tone was colder than ice.

The bodyguards and house staff, who had been trembling just outside the door, rushed in at once.

“Pack up all her things. Throw them out. Now.”

He jabbed a finger at Queenie, who was collapsed on the floor, and not a flicker of mercy crossed his face.

“This house—and the apartment she used to live in—call a realtor and put them both on the market. I want them sold immediately.”

Finally, he turned to the bodyguards and delivered the most merciless order of all.

“And get her out of here. Toss her out.”

“No—! Julian! You can’t do this to me!”

The terror and despair in Queenie’s eyes made the pain twisting in her abdomen even worse. Suddenly, she felt a rush of warmth between her legs, uncontrollable and staining the pale carpet a shocking red.

When she looked down and saw the blood, her mind shattered. She let out a piercing, hysterical wail.

“My baby! Julian, it’s your baby! Please, save him! Save our baby! I was wrong, I swear I was wrong—please…”

Dragging her limp, trembling body, she tried to crawl toward his retreating figure, leaving a streak of blood behind her.

Julian paused briefly at the doorway, but never looked back.

His voice, colder than ever, rang out and crushed Queenie’s last shred of hope.

“That’s not my child.”

With that, he strode out the front door of the mansion, a house steeped in lies and betrayal, leaving Queenie’s desperate cries and the heavy scent of blood behind him.

Julian entered the grand old house, still carrying the stink of alcohol and rage. No one welcomed him—only fury, and another priceless teacup smashed at his feet.

Yale’s chest heaved as he jabbed a finger in Julian’s face, shaking with outrage.

“That woman! That filthy woman dared to try to trick the Lockes! Who knows whose bastard she’s carrying? Julian—Julian, you’re my son! How do you expect me to hold my head up after this? You’re pathetic! If you take over Locke Group, you’ll run it into the ground!”

His father’s tirade was gasoline on the fire already raging inside Julian.

Instead of bowing his head, Julian lifted his chin, a bitter, mocking laugh escaping his lips. His eyes blazed with rebellion and years of pent-up resentment.

“Oh, really?”

His voice was quiet, but every word was a knife.

“Even at my worst, I’m still better than you. After all these years, you’re still pining for another man’s wife. What does that make you?”