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Lyra: the Billionaire's stolen wife

Chapter 7 Billionaire's Wrath

Word Count: 1080    |    Released on: 21/06/2025

et her back-and build grave

ed from a cut on his temple, staining his collar. His eyes blaze

every muscle in his

, voice cold as ice,

replied smoothly, never breaki

est as her body trembled uncontrollably. The tension betwe

id, voice dangerously low

a cold smirk twisting his lips. "

ll do to keep her," Darian

I'll do to free her," Rafael

dangerous men who held her heart hostage. Her breat

hispered weakly. "Bot

her man

heet around herself and stepping off the bed. Her bare feet to

ther ma

ocked, two predators

he pleaded. "Not in fro

eave," Darian said,

e demands," Rafael sn

, stepping forward. "You stole w

. "You just don't know how to hol

rked. "You, with your secrets and guns and b

d. "But I never made he

an l

ch-it was a dec

ed. Lyra screamed as the two men fell to the floor, grapplin

ulated. His strikes were

t like a man wit

meared across the floor. Lyra rushed forward, trying to pull th

amed. "You're going

y didn'

inst Darian's jaw and sent him reel

Darian ins

idn't

ust m

ping his face, trying to st

flutter

st time in mont

ionaire. Not

the

he whispered brokenly.

n her throat. "Because I

to his feet, wiping blood from

better," he

that's you?"

savior," Rafael said. "

nto fists again, but th

rose slowly

oked a

is voice hollow. "Even afte

ouldn

" she w

le

ible s

ook a de

nod

nce she'd met him-he look

he said. "But not because

ned to

re's nowhere on this

nodde

won

nother word, Darian

le

a silence too he

apped in the torn she

ward her, gently

you o

now," she

he said. "Y

in her chest

psed into

his nightmare began-she cried

k - Two

grave in front of him bore the name Iris Blackthorn -

l room while he was in Singapor

made it in time

the back of his car for hours

ld you when you're cold. It won't wipe your tears wh

the letter

ords neve

sen

f his London penthouse, watch

lost ev

n his life-he didn't kno

Lyra in a blanket and carr

idn't

at f

ess things in m

ly-she broke

him," she

kno

till

w that

inch. He just pu

him," he said. "I'm asking y

ed into

leave hi

kno

t him

t was t

, Lyra cou

ow, watching the star

ing had

ryt

born again in the as

the silence di

w, it belo

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