Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

Chapter 285 NICK "Do your worst, Nick," Kander sneered, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth as he spat it onto the floor at my feet. "See now? You people shot me, and I haven't been able to contact my guys. The alert is out. It's no longer just about Olivia. Now, your whole circle is fair game" I couldn't help but watch him closely. When I first walked in, he had looked like a man on his last breath, weak, near death. Now, he was talking like he had all the tin the world. Like he was in control, ready to take on whatever cnext, with a twisted confidence that felt like he had nothing to lose.

I feared for the kids when he spoke of all of us being fair game. I hoped he was talking about taking our money but as he had already shown us, Xander didn't need out money. Je wanted to make us feel the most excruciating pain possible. The way Luke made him feel when he killed his father.

I took a slow step toward him, watching as he narrowed his eyes, but I wasn't intimidated. Not by his bravado, not by his threats. I had been around men like Xander before. They used noise and anger to mask their fear, and it didn't fool me.

"You should have lettake my revenge on Luke," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “That man killed my father and desecrated his grave. And yet, you protect him. No wonder people like him think they can do whatever they want with others. Billionaires like you protect him from the shadows." His eyes burned with hatred, and I could see the raw pain behind the words. He still had that fire inside him, fuelled by revenge, by the past that had twisted him into the man he was now. The anger had consumed him, and in ssick way, I almost felt pity for him. Almost.

I leaned in a little closer, letting the silence linger for a moment. "Unfortunately, Xander, we don't choose our families," I said, my voice calm and unwavering. "I am sure you didn't choose your father either..." "Don't talk about my father!" he snapped, his voice booming with fury. It was a sharp contrast to the almost frail man I had seen when I first entered. Now, he was riled up, ready to lash out, but I didn't flinch.

I continued without hesitation. "If your father had been a good man, an ordinary man, he wouldn't have crossed paths with Luke. The fact that he had dealings with him says more about the kind of person your father really was than you probably care to admit." His nostrils flared, the was so angry that he was shaking.

"I SAID DON'T TALK ABOUT MY FATHER!" His words were a cold, sharp warning. He was shaking with rage now, his body tense, as if he was just on the edge of breaking. He looked like he might lunge atif he had the strength, but I wasn't concerned. This wasn't about physical threats, it was about the war that was raging inside his mind.

I stood tall, my eyes never leaving his. "Face it, Xander," I said, my voice steady, "you don't know why you hate Luke. Deep down, you know your father was exactly the sas Luke. Am I wrong?" Xander inhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling with the effort to control his breathing. His body was trembling, not from weakness, but from anger. There was no need to get physical with him. I could see right through him. His rage wasn't just because of Luke. It was because of his father, the life his father had led, the choices he had made, and the way that life had ultimately shaped his own I pressed on, knowing the truth would sting. "I believe you are angry with your father because of the life he lived. The life that left you to grow up in the system. The life that didn't change even after your mother died. And you know what? You are angry because he didn't take care of you. He didn't change his ways to protect you.

+25 BONUS Chapter 205 His eyes went dark with fury, and his fists clenched. “Shut up! I said don't talk about him!" He was seething now, his voice low and dangerous.

But then, as if he was trying to regain control, a smirk spread across his face. It was a grimace, a sharp contrast to the anger that had been radiating off him just moments age

"I know what you are doing," he said with a mocking laugh "You are trying to getto crack, to maketell you where my guys are, to stop whatever's coming. But I am not that gullible, Nick. I didn't get this far in life. by being naive, trusting, or gullible. I have learned how to play this game, and I am not falling for it." His words were filled with defiance, but I could see the flicker of uncertainty behind his eyes. He was a man on edge, holding onto whatever pride he had left, even though everything else was slipping through his fingers.

"Do your worst, Xander," I said, throwing his words back at him and leaning in a little closer letting the threat hang in the air. "But you are threat he not the one in control anymore. You are just a scared little boy trying to avenge a dead man who never cared about you." The smirk slowly faded from his face, replaced by something far more vulnerable, fear. Real, raw fear. For a brief moment, I saw a glimpse of the man beneath the anger, a man who knew he was out of his depth.

"You should be at home, taking care of your kid," I said, my voice cold, cutting through the tension like an blade. Not Not playing this kind of game. People like Luke? They are masters at this. A boy like you? You will lose, badly. And like you, your son will grow up without a father. Is that really what you want for him?" I watched as his bottom lip trembled, the mask of bravado crumbling. It was the smallest sign, but it was enough. I had broken him. The anger that had once fuelled him now gave way to doubt, to fear, And I knew in that moment, he was close to talking.

His confidence was gone, replaced by something far weaker. He was on the edge, and all it would take was one more push.

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