Rise of The Abandoned Husband (Liam Knight) novel Chapter 218

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Ensnarement

“Your handling of that situation made one thing clear,” I said, standing slowly. “Your values no longer align with mine–or with what this resort will represent moving forward.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, his voice suddenly uncertain.

“Not for this part,” I replied, carefully measuring a luminescent powder. “But stay alert. Something feels… off tonight.”

With the immediate task complete, I retrieved the stone statue from my secure case. The ancient artifact was small enough to fit in my palm, yet it radiated an

unmistakable power.

“The barrier is active,” he reported, stepping inside. “No one can approach without our knowledge.”

He slammed the folder down on the desk. “So what now? You’re going to fire me because of our little disagreement earlier?”

“I can’t let go,” I gasped, fighting against the draining sensation. “It’s pulling my divine sense into it!”

As Niamh rose, Finn made one final appeal. “Liam, please. Remember when we were kids? When you broke your arm falling from that tree, and I carried you three miles to get help? I’ve always had your back.”

His face hardened, all pretense of friendship vanishing. “You haven’t changed at all, have you? Still the same self–righteous bastard, just with money now. You think you’re better than everyone else.”

Adrian flexed his new hands, admiring the strength flowing through his stolen form. “Perfect,” he murmured. “Simply perfect.”

Finn looked desperately at Niamh, who averted her eyes. Realizing he had no recourse, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

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“Over basic human dignity, I corrected him. “The Finn I knew would never have thrown an innocent man under the bus to appease someone like Yoyo.”

“No,” I said softly. “Just better than who you’ve become.”

Eamon rushed forward, attempting to pry the statue from my grip, but recoiled as energy sparked violently between us.

“It’s working,” I murmured, carefully guiding the energy into my

meridians.

“No!” Aidan fought desperately, his formidable will battling the invasion. “You’re dead!”

I nodded, focusing on the delicate work before me. The ingredients for Alistair’s pill were rare and volatile, requiring perfect concentration.

“What’s happening?” he gasped, dropping to his knees.

Without warning, the statue blazed with blinding light–not darkness. My eyes snapped open in alarm as my right hand became fused to the stone surface.

Before the man could respond, Adrian moved with blinding speed, his hand clamping over the man’s mouth. With his other hand, he pressed against the man’s chest, extracting his life force and martial energy in a brutal display of forbidden cultivation.

Sensing another presence approaching, Adrian smiled coldly. The door opened, and a training partner entered.

“Aidan? You okay, man? I heard screaming,” the newcomer said.

Finn froze, his expression shifting rapidly from annoyance to confusion.

“Then I wish you luck with those connections,” I replied evenly. “Niamh, please escort Mr. Langley to collect his personal belongings.”

“You can’t be serious,” he sputtered. “Over some construction worker and an influencer?”

Miles away, in a hidden training facility, a young martial artist named Aidan Ortega pushed his body to its limits. Sweat poured down his muscular frame as he executed a complex sequence of movements, his fists blurring with inhuman speed.

The statue’s light intensified, and I felt a terrifying sensation–my divine sense wasn’t

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absorbing the statue’s energy. The statue was absorbing mine.

I remained seated, observing his arrogance with quiet amusement. The years had certainly changed him–and not for the better.

Suddenly, he froze mid–strike, his eyes widening as an invisible force wrapped around him like a serpent.

Aidan’s resistance began to crumble as Adrian’s essence overrode his defenses. His eyes flickered, changing from brown to a sickly yellow, then back again as he fought. “Your struggle honors you,” Adrian’s voice purred. “But it’s futile.

“It already has,” I replied simply.

I studied him, remembering the boy who once shared his last piece of bread with me when I had nothing. Somewhere along the way, that boy had disappeared.

“I am what you might become,” the voice replied silkily. “I am your potential unleashed. I am Adrian Bauer.”

With a final glare, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

“It’s ready,” I announced, carefully transferring the refined essence into a jade container. “This should stabilize Alistair’s condition until I can develop a permanent

solution.”

“Never better,” Adrian replied, studying the man with predatory interest. “Would you mind sparring with me? I’m trying a new technique.”

He rose gracefully, adjusting to the unfamiliar body. “So much raw power,” he mused. “But still not enough.”

Hours later, in the secluded Villa Seven, I arranged my alchemical equipment on a sturdy.table. The sunset cast long shadows through the windows as Eamon secured the perimeter.

Aidan clutched his head, struggling against the intrusion. “Get out! Who are you?” The color drained from his face. “That’s impossible. There was no announcement—‘

“Are you certain about this, sir?” Eamon asked, eyeing the statue warily. “Cultivation using such an unknown artifact carries significant risks.”

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After she left, Eamon stepped forward from his position by the window. “Was that necessary, sir? He seemed genuinely distraught.”

“What? That he’s my childhood friend who’s overstayed his welcome?” Finn scoffed, his expensive watch glinting as he gestured dismissively toward me.

His face hardened. “The Finn you knew couldn’t afford a decent meal. The real world doesn’t run on your self–righteous principles, Liam.”

“Maybe that’s exactly what’s wrong with it,” I replied.

“I do,” I acknowledged. “That’s what makes this so disappointing.”

“It’s not just a vessel,” I realized with growing horror. “It’s a trap.”

Niamh cleared her throat nervously. “Director Langley, there’s something you should know about Mr. Knight.”

His face contorted with rage. “We were friends, Liam! Doesn’t that count for anything?” “Niamh, why is he still here?” Finn demanded, glaring at me with thinly veiled contempt. “I need to discuss sensitive marketing strategies with you.”

“What’s happening?” he demanded, searching frantically for a solution.

Finn snatched the folder, flipping through the pages with trembling hands. I watched his eyes dart across the legal documents, his breath quickening as reality sank in.

“Will you need assistance?” Eamon asked.

I nodded. “Make sure he leaves without causing trouble. And please expedite the barrier installation around Villa Seven. I need it completed by nightfall.”

As the body crumpled to the floor, Adrian absorbed the stolen power, feeling it integrate with his new form.

His head snapped up, eyes narrowing. “So this was your plan all along? To humiliate

me?”

“Such power,” a voice whispered inside his mind. “Such a perfect vessel.”

Finn’s expression shifted, calculation replacing anger. “Look, we’ve known each other forever. Whatever happened earlier–I was just doing my job. We can work together on this. I know this business inside and out.”

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Eamon nodded approvingly. “You’ve accomplished in hours what would take most alchemists days.”

“Eamon!” I called out, trying to pull away. “Something’s wrong!”

Niamh slid a folder across her desk. “These are the ownership documents, Director Langley, Mr. Knight has full authority over all operations and personnel decisions.”

Then suddenly, the statue grew warm. A faint humming vibrated through my fingers as dark tendrils of energy began to seep out.

The statue’s pull strengthened, my consciousness beginning to fragment as it was drawn inexorably into the ancient artifact. Darkness edged my vision as I struggled to maintain control.

“You’ll regret this,” he muttered, straightening his tie in a futile attempt to recover his dignity. “I have connections. People know me in this industry.”

“It did,” I said. “That’s why I expected better from you.”

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