Chapter 951

It was Nicholas Blackwood. The undisputed king of Vaelion City, the third son of the Blackwood family, and their sole future heir. A man whose mere thought could erase the Doyle family from existence.

“Mr. Blackwood Sebastian forced the words through gritted teeth. “It’s a misunderstanding. All a misunderstanding. I just… I thought Miss Lancaster looked familiar and wanted to say hello p>

“Hello?” Nicholas scoffed. The predatory mockery in his gaze was suffocating. Under that look, Sebastian’s face turned a bruised shade of purple, a bizarre sense of shame crawling up his spine.

It was as if a man of his caliber didn’t even possess the fundamental right to breathe in Serena’s direction, let alone speak to her.

Nicholas’s absolute authority ruthlessly crushed whatever remained of Sebastian’s pride.

“Nicholas p>

Isabella interjected, her voice laced with sudden urgency. “P-please don’t be angry… Sebastian didn’t mean anything by it. He genuinely just wanted to greet Serena p>

She made it sound like she was defending Sebastian.

But her tear-filled, doe-like eyes were locked entirely on Nicholas, practically begging for his attention.

Wasn’t it a universal truth that powerful men loved playing the savior?

That they always fell for the fragile and weak?

The only reason Nicholas had ever looked Serena’s way was because she had played the pathetic small-town card to perfection, bewitching him with her supposed vulnerability.

But now, Serena had been cast out of the Lancaster family.

She was the true victim here.

She was the one who deserved his pity.

If… if Nicholas could just save her from Sebastian p>

If she could stay by Nicholas’s side instead p>

She would be infinitely happier than she ever could be with Sebastian!

Isabella stared at him, desperate to extract even a sliver of sympathy from his cold gaze.

However.

Nicholas barely spared her a glance, his tone freezing the air around them. “Do you even deserve to speak her name p>

“Get out p>

With that final word, he dismissed them entirely.

He didn’t waste another second looking at Isabella or Sebastian.

He naturally reached out, taking Serena’s canvas bag from her shoulder.

With his other hand, he laced his fingers through hers.

Interlocking their hands.

In an instant, his terrifying, domineering aura melted into absolute tenderness the moment, their hands connected.

“Let’s go home, Serena p>

“Mrs. Lancaster cooked a massive dinner just for you p>

“Looks like I’ll be riding your coattails for a good meal tonight p>

Serena let Nicholas lead her away, leaving under the watchful eyes of the entire crowd.

She left behind a stunning, fiercely confident silhouette.

Out of the corner of her eye, she

caught the twisted, deeply wounded expression on Isabella’s face,

alongside Sebastian’s dark,

Simmering rage.

A playful smirk touched Serena’s lips.

And that single smile.

Sent a surge of adrenaline straight to Sebastian’s head, his gaze turning dark and obsessive.

He licked his lips, ignoring the throbbing pain of his broken wrist.

A psychotic grin stretched across his face.

“Fascinating… she belongs to Nicholas Blackwood p>

That made it even better.

The thrill of stealing his woman and breaking her until there was nothing left—it was intoxicating!

He swore right then that he would

make her his, and he would

completely destroy her right inl

of Nicholas.

“S-Sebastian p>

Isabella whispered nervously, deeply unsettled by the manic excitement gleaming in

his eyes. “Let’s go p>

Sebastian suddenly grabbed her jaw, pressing a forceful, bruising kiss to her lips right in front of everyone.