All Chapters of Dear Ex Husband, The Tyrant Rogue King Wants me! : Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

Helen ValeI had never understood why rich people seemed so calm all the time.Growing up, I used to think it was confidence.Then I thought it was arrogance.Now, standing barefoot in a bedroom larger than my entire childhood home, I finally understood the truth.It was security.Money bought security.Not happiness.Not love.Not peace.Security.The kind that allowed a person to sleep through the night without wondering how they would pay next month's bills. The kind that allowed a woman to think about tomorrow without feeling sick from fear. The kind that made people stand a little straighter because the ground beneath them wasn't constantly threatening to disappear.For the first time in my life, I understood what that felt like.I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows and stared out across the estate grounds stretching endlessly beyond the glass. Perfect gardens. Marble fountains. Luxury vehicles gliding silently along private roads. Uniformed staff moving through the proper

Tyrant Luciano ZarkovI stood motionless near the long table covered with fabric swatches, floral arrangements, and sketches of gowns while at least a dozen planners, tailors, and designers spoke over one another in hushed but urgent tones. The air carried the scent of fresh lilies, aged parchment, and the faint metallic tang of expensive ink. None of it held any interest for me.My attention remained fixed entirely on Katherine as she moved through the displays with an excitement that bordered on radiant. Her fingers trailed over deep emerald silks and delicate lace samples as though she were touching something sacred, her eyes sparkling with genuine joy when she selected the forest green fabric for her wedding gown — a rich, dark shade that reminded me of ancient woods and shadowed secrets. The tailor took her measurements with careful reverence, and I watched in silence as she described exactly what she wanted: elegant lines, subtle embroidery, something that felt like her. She wa

Halen ValeI barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes, the image of Elder Morgan sitting comfortably inside the nursery burned behind my lids like a brand. She moved through the estate as if she belonged there — folding blankets with practiced care, speaking softly to the servants, earning quiet nods of approval from the staff. Each small gesture felt like a blade pressed against my throat. She was settling in too well. Too quickly. And every hour she remained under this roof increased the chance that she would open her mouth and destroy everything I had spent years carefully constructing.I had built this life from nothing.I had learned their routines, their preferences, their weaknesses. I had molded myself into the perfect image of the daughter they had always wanted. And now Elder Morgan — my real mother, the woman who had once dragged me through the dirt of Blackthorn’s underbelly — was here, threatening to unravel it all with a single whispered truth.She could expo

Katherine HarringtonOnly a few days remained before the wedding, and my private chambers had transformed into a carefully orchestrated chaos of preparation. Bolts of silk and embroidered velvet draped every surface, while trays of sketches, half-finished invitations, and cascading arrangements of flowers competed for space. Lady Amelia stood at one of the long tables, her posture impeccable as she reviewed a stack of lists with quiet precision. Three maids moved with practiced efficiency nearby, arranging velvet cases that held some of the empire’s most exquisite jewels. I had been staring at necklaces for what felt like an eternity, each one failing to stir even the faintest spark of approval.The door opened without ceremony.No knock. No announcement.Princess Seraphina entered as if the room were her own, crossing the threshold with effortless grace before settling on the edge of the bed.“So this is where the entire household has vanished to.”I glanced up, a wry smile touching