The Ruthless CEO's Revenge Wife
Chapter 63: Jean’s Fated Husband, (Trigger alert)

Chapter 63: Jean’s Fated Husband, (Trigger alert)

Derek hesitated, then looked toward Darla. Alex shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Finally, Derek offered a clipped response. "Well... if you take care of us, I’ll make sure to take care of Jean’s resilience too. What do you say?"

Daniel chuckled, low and sharp like a knife sliding from its sheath. Even that sound churned something cold in Alex’s stomach.

"I’ve already given you what you needed," Daniel said, voice like velvet wrapped around steel. "And you still ask for more. Surely you are the most greedy father of the year."

Derek stiffened, but masked it behind a tight smile. He couldn’t afford pride. Not now.

Still, the venom dripped from his next words. "Well, after what your son did to my daughter, no amount can ever measure up to that sin."

The room stilled.

The fire cracked.

Daniel’s expression darkened. His voice dropped into a razor’s edge. "And yet here you are again... selling off your daughter to my son."

Silence slammed into the room like a bullet.

Even Darla’s fake smile faltered.

Alex cleared his throat, then stood abruptly. "I don’t want to be a part of this..."

"Sit down," Derek growled.

Daniel slowly rose from his chair, the power in his posture unmistakable. "Make no mistake, Derek. You came to me. Don’t mistake my civility for weakness. If you want my son to clean up your son’s scandal, then you will bring Jean to me. You’ll make her listen. Or this deal dies right here."

He turned away, walking toward the window, voice cool as glass.

"Tyler will decide if she’s still worthy."

Derek clenched his fists, silently swallowing his disgust.

Daniel didn’t turn back. "And if she refuses... I suggest you start preparing for the downfall of your company, one board member at a time."

The air shifted.

Just as Daniel Dominic settled back into his chair, a deep voice echoed through the grand hall, smooth and venom-laced, "Jean is the only one who is worthy of me, Dad."

All heads turned.

There, standing at the ornate double doors, was Tyler Dominic.

Tall. Impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit. A shadow from Jean’s past, returned like a curse spoken aloud. His presence sucked the warmth from the room.

Derek’s jaw locked in disbelief. "Tyler... you’re here?"

Darla’s face went pale. She turned sharply to Daniel. "Didn’t you send him overseas? That was part of the deal!"

But Daniel just sat, unbothered, crossing one leg over the other. "I said he will be gone. I never said for how long."

Tyler walked further in, his polished shoes thudding softly against the marble. He smiled... cold and cruel.

Alex stood up abruptly, eyes blazing. He hated Tyler. Not because of what happened to Jean... he’d never cared about that.

But because Tyler was a chaos magnet. A manipulative snake who thrived on destruction.

"Does Jean know you’re here?" Alex demanded. "Because she can’t see you now. Or else..."

Tyler cut him off with a chilling smile. "Or else what?" His voice lowered, daring them. "Go on. Say something I won’t like. I dare you."

The room went dead silent.

Derek turned to Daniel, voice strained with fury. "Jean kept her silence all these years because we gave her one promise... that Tyler would never return. You guaranteed us he would never set foot in this country again. His return is a direct breach of our deal."

Daniel didn’t even blink. "And yet here you are... begging me to clean up your son’s mess. Seems the terms have shifted."

Tyler chuckled... low and mocking. "Come on, Derek. You’re literally here to offer your daughter to me. Does it really matter how I got here?" He moved to stand behind his father, one hand resting casually on the back of Daniel’s chair. "She’s going to end up with me anyway."

His voice was calm, but underneath was a storm of obsession, entitlement, and darkness.

It wasn’t a request.

It was a prophecy.

Alex gritted his teeth and looked away.

Darla stared blankly at the fireplace.

And Derek... Derek realized with a sick feeling that the deal they thought they could control had just turned into a trap... with Jean at its center.

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Jean, 17 years old.

Her eyelids fluttered open with effort, lashes clinging to each other as if even they couldn’t bear to see what surrounded her.

The dorm room was cloaked in shadow, but the faint orange glow of the streetlights managed to peek through the blinds... spilling across the floor like quiet witnesses.

Her throat felt raw, lips cracked, and her mouth impossibly dry. From screaming. From begging. From breaking apart countless times.

Her body refused to move. Every limb felt like lead. The ache between her thighs throbbed with every heartbeat... burning, unfamiliar, and terrifying.

She willed herself to sit up, hands trembling against the sheets. That’s when she felt it. The wetness of the sheets of the bed. The stickiness between her legs. She wished someone had spilled water. But the thickness proved her wrong.

It was blood.

Her eyes remained dry now. All the tears were spent hours ago... or had it been minutes? Time didn’t exist here. Only pain.

"I have to go to the hospital... I can’t stay like this..."

She moved again... a mistake. A sharp pain tore through her abdomen, so violent it ripped a cry from her throat...

And then...

She woke up.

Gasping for air. Sweating as if she ran a hundred miles. Crying even though she thought she would never.

The ceiling above her wasn’t the dorm room. It was her bedroom. Her grown-up bedroom. The expensive sheets tangled around her legs, soaked in her sweat.

Present day.

Reality.

She sat up, her breath sharp and uneven, and pulled her knees to her chest. Her body remembered, even when her mind tried to forget.

"Why was I back there? Why now?"

Her voice cracked as she whispered to no one. The silence in her room felt too loud. Too cruel. She covered her mouth with both hands as tears finally returned, soaking her palms as the memory clawed at her soul.

It wasn’t just a dream. It was a flashback of what happened that day. She placed her hands on her chest to calm herself down but the anxiety is never going to go.

"When will I ever forget this?"

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