All Chapters of Dear Ex Husband, The Tyrant Rogue King Wants me! : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Tyrant Luciano Zarkov.The heavy oak door of the master suite closed behind me with a deliberate, solid click that cut through the quiet like a promise. The sound lingered for a moment in the vast, shadowed room before dissolving into the low, steady crackle of the fireplace. Outside, the night air slipped through the tall balcony doors, stirring the heavy silk curtains so they whispered against the marble floor. Inside, the fire painted everything in warm, liquid gold — flickering across dark wood paneling, across the massive four-poster bed, and across the woman who had made herself at home in the center of my world.Katherine was lying across the middle of the bed when I walked back into the room.One leg hung lazily over the edge, her bare foot dangling just above the thick Persian rug, toes relaxed and slightly curled. Her hair spilled everywhere — a wild, dark river of silk across my black pillows, strands catching the firelight and glowing like threads of molten amber. She wor

Percy LangfordThis was becoming a serious problem.Seraphina Zarkov had confessed to me three separate times within the last two months, and somehow each rejection only seemed to encourage her further. At first I handled it politely because she was Luciano’s younger sister and because, despite her behavior, she was still technically imperial royalty.That patience was rapidly dying.The princess treated boundaries like optional suggestions. Rules existed for other people, not for Seraphina. If she wanted attention, she took it. If she wanted chaos, she created it. And unfortunately for me, Seraphina had recently decided that what she wanted—was me.I had just returned from the western government wing after twelve straight hours of council meetings, military reports, and cleaning up disasters created by politicians with too much power and not enough intelligence. My shoulders ached. My head hurt. And all I wanted was ten minutes of silence before sleeping.Instead, I walked into my p

Tyrant Luciano Zarkov I was looking for Percy. Instead, I found a complication. The guards stationed outside Seraphina’s private wing looked distinctly uneasy as I approached. One of them opened his mouth as if to speak, then wisely thought better of it. Smart man. I pushed the doors open without announcement. The scene inside was exactly as compromising as the silence that followed suggested. Percy Langford had one hand resting on my sister’s waist. Seraphina stood pressed against him, fingers curled tightly into the front of his shirt. Their mouths were still close enough to make the nature of what had just occurred undeniable. Neither moved immediately. The room fell into absolute silence. I stood in the doorway for a long moment, taking in the sight with clinical detachment. Seraphina’s robe was slightly disheveled. Percy’s expression had already shifted into controlled regret. Finally, I spoke. “…I see.” Seraphina pulled back first, though she didn’t release Percy’s

Katherine HarringtonI was walking through one of the eastern courtyards with Melinda and Grace when I noticed a maid running toward us from the far end of the stone pathway. She was moving so fast that for a second I genuinely thought someone had died. The poor woman nearly lost her footing twice before my own attendants stepped in front of her automatically, stopping her before she could throw herself directly at me. She looked terrified, breathless, and on the verge of tears.“My Lady,” she gasped, immediately dropping into a bow. “Please forgive me for disturbing you.”I exchanged a look with Melinda before looking back at her.“It’s fine. What happened?”The maid hesitated for only a second before blurting everything out.“My Lady, please save Princess Seraphina.”I blinked.“What?”The woman swallowed hard.“His Majesty intends to marry her off.”For several seconds I simply stared at her.Then I laughed.Not because it was funny.Because it sounded ridiculous.Unfortunately, th

Katherine Harrington“We are really doing this?”I looked down at my hands for what felt like the tenth time that morning.The cream-colored dress Amelia had chosen fit me perfectly, elegant without being overwhelming. The jewelry — delicate gold and silver pieces with small crimson stones — rested cool against my skin. My hair had been styled with such care that it almost didn’t feel like mine. None of it helped.My stomach was in knots. My palms were damp. Every breath felt too shallow.I exhaled slowly and glanced toward the massive double doors at the end of the corridor. Beyond them waited hundreds of the most powerful people in the empire — governors, generals, elders, regional Alphas, and nobles who had spent their entire lives maneuvering through blood and politics.And they were all waiting to see me.Luciano stood beside me, calm as ever. His black attire made him look even more imposing. He didn’t speak at first, simply watching me with those storm-gray eyes that always see