Top Note

Chapter 39

Eriantha

“Viktor” Diana drawled in her usual raspy tone, a smug smile spreading across her face as her eyes narrowed on me. “Could it be? I never imagined you cared much about that trash, much less about this girl. Didn’t your dad promise you’d stay away?”

I couldn’t hear what Viktor was saying on the other end, but my mind raced. Why would he call? Did my mom seek his help? He was the boss of her current husband—there was no reason for him to intervene on my behalf.

“Really, Viktor?” Diana continued, her voice slicing through the tension. “A war, you say? Is that boy worth that much to you?” She paused, her expression calculating as she focused on me. “Don’t say that. Why don’t you come over and we can have a nice chat, hmm?” Diana chuckled darkly. “And I’ll call Max too. After all, it’s going to be a cozy family reunion.” Her demeanor shifted at whatever Viktor said next. “Don’t threaten me, Viktor. You may be a monster, but trust me, I am not less. We’re all monsters here. For old times’ sake, I promise not to touch a hair on this girl. However, I can’t promise what will happen to this guy,” she spat at Andres, causing me to flinch.

“This is getting interesting, Princess,” Diana grinned at me menacingly. “Your man loves you—or maybe it’s his father who cares for his son.” Her laughter echoed in the room, but it was abruptly cut off by a loud noise, followed by the sound of footsteps growing closer. “Untie her,” Diana ordered sharply. “I won’t release her until Max arrives. That  Cedine fucker thinks that he can intimidate us.”

As her loyal guards shifted into action, I watched, my heart racing. Danielle had her weapon aimed at my brother, and his labored breathing was the only sign he was still alive. A sob choked me as Diana pressed me roughly against the wall.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I won’t harm you; you’re too precious to me,” she taunted, relishing the moment.

Then, the door swung open, revealing Viktor Cedine, his presence commanding as he entered the room. He stood tall, eyes focused on Diana. Gregory Willows stood beside him, both ready to confront the threat. The scene was chaotic, but my focus zeroed in on my husband, Darcel Karwitz.

Darcel’s expression was fierce, his stance ready as he faced the unfolding situation. I couldn’t believe I felt a wave of calm wash over me, despite the danger looming around us.

“Darce,” I choked out, unable to hide the tremor in my voice. His gaze shifted to me, softening at the sound of my name.

With a determined move, Darcel positioned himself, his face set with resolve. My breath caught as I witnessed his transformation—this wasn’t just the man I loved; he was a protector, ready to fight for us. I felt both terrified and oddly reassured, knowing he was willing to do whatever it took to keep me safe.

“Stay down!” Darcel commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos as he continued to assess the situation.

As the confrontation escalated, I understood—he was ready to face whatever came our way, his determination as the anchor I desperately needed in that moment of terror.

Darcel

"Don't try anything thing funny" Diana fucking Davytan warned, as if I would care. My wife, My Eriantha, was fucking kidnapped, she was right there terrified with a loaded gun held over her head. My mind was already a turbulent sea,an utter chaos of rage fear and all kinds of fucked up emotions I couldn't place. Viktor Cedine was my father, and I had hated him all my life, for abandoning my mom, for abandoning us, for making me feel like a disgrace, a charity case of the Karwitz who had kindly given their family name to me, who had let me live with them just because of my mom. Maximilian Karwitz had left no opportunities to make me feel like fucking parasite. But today, about thirty minutes back everything changed.