Chapter 498
Chapter 498:
“That file proves your lovely wife’s parents didn’t just crash,” Arthur continued, his tone laced with sadistic delight. “It contains undeniable proof of her father’s blood crime. If the Council sees it, Carmella will be executed as a traitor’s spawn, and you will be ruined for harboring her p>
The sheer audacity of using my parents’ brutal murder as a dirty political bargaining chip shattered the paralyzing terror in my chest. A blinding, explosive rage erupted from somewhere deep in my human soul.
“You son of a bitch!” I screamed at the phone, stepping forward until my hip hit the desk. “You killed them! You orchestrated the crash, and now you’re using their blood to save your pathetic empire! Burn in hell, Arthur p>
A heavy pause followed my outburst.
“Control your wife, Senator Blackwell,” Arthur sneered, his voice dropping to a chilling, merciless whisper. “Or she’ll join her parents p>
Click.
The line went dead.
𝘋іѕс𝗈ve𝗋 𝗵і𝗱d𝗲𝗇 𝗀e𝘮𝗌 𝗼𝗇
The silence that rushed back into the study was absolute and terrifying. Grant gripped the edge of the mahogany desk, his knuckles turning stark white as his Lycan aura raged, violently tearing at the air in the room. I stood frozen, staring at the jagged blue metal shard, my chest heaving as the reality of our doomed existence closed in around us.
Carmella Golden POV
The silence that rushed back into the study was absolute and terrifying. I stood frozen, staring at the jagged blue metal shard on the desk, my chest heaving. The dead tone of the burner phone echoed in my skull like a death knell.
It was my fault. My parents’ blood crime. I was the weapon Arthur Sterling was using to destroy the Blackstone empire.
I backed away from the mahogany desk, my hands gripping my own shoulders as a violent tremor shook my frame. “I’m ruining you,” I gasped, pacing the cold hardwood floor. “If it weren’t for me — for my bloodline — you wouldn’t be cornered by that monster p>
Grant moved. He rounded the massive desk, his suffocating scent of rosemary and rain flooding the room. His Lycan Inner Wolf was frantic, desperate to soothe its distressed Mate. He reached out, his large hands gripping my upper arms with unyielding strength.
“Do not say that,” Grant growled, his jaw tight. “This is human politics. It is Arthur’s filth. I will tear him to shreds before I let him touch you p>
But his absolute dominance, meant to protect, only made the walls close in faster. I was a wolfless human. I couldn’t stand beside him as a true Luna — I was just a fragile liability he had to keep locked in a glass cage.
“Let me go,” I choked out, ripping myself from his grip. I couldn’t breathe his air. I turned and fled the study.
I ran down the hallway, my vision completely blurred by hot tears. I reached the top of the spiral staircase, desperate to put distance between us. But in my blind panic, I didn’t register the polished edge of the marble step.
My right foot slipped into empty air.