CHAPTER 50 — Making Him Jealous
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Kaela had a mission.
Not to run.
Not to fight.
Not to survive.
To make her cold, stubborn, frustratingly controlled husband finally admit he wanted her — badly.
And if he refused?
Then she would make him break first.
Vionn thought distance would keep her safe.
He thought control would erase desire.
He thought ignoring the spark would kill the fire.
Poor man.
He had no idea how much she planned to burn him alive.
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Kaela strolled through the garden of Blackwood Mansion in a lilac summer dress, sunlight glittering on her skin. She stopped near the fountain where two young male servants were arranging roses.
She leaned down between them with a bright smile.
“Could you help me reach that one?” she asked sweetly, pointing to a higher branch.
Both men eagerly moved to assist — too eagerly.
Vionn stepped out onto the balcony at that exact moment.
His jaw locked.
His hand gripped the railing like it was seconds from snapping in half.
Lucas appeared behind him with a coffee.
He followed Vionn’s glare.
“Oh…” Lucas snorted. “This is going to be fun.”
Vionn didn’t answer — storm clouds already brewing in those ice-blue eyes.
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Later, Kaela visited the training hall where Lucas was practicing. She twirled a strand of hair and sat closely — way too closely — by his side to watch.
“You look strong today, Lucas,” she teased.
Lucas blinked. “Uh… thank you?”
Vionn walked in just in time to see Lucas offering Kaela his water bottle.
Vionn: …
Kaela smiled at Lucas as she sipped from it.
Vionn: I AM GOING TO END MY OWN BROTHER.
“Lucas,” Vionn said flatly, “you’re done.”
Lucas choked. “But I was—”
“Out.”
Lucas dropped everything and fled like a terrified puppy.
Vionn’s stare slowly traveled back to Kaela.
She only sipped the drink again, eyes innocent and bright.
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That night, at dinner…
Kaela leaned toward the new handsome guard.
“So what’s your name?” she asked softly.
The man blushed like he’d never seen a woman before.
Kaela giggled.
Vionn, sitting at the head of the table, put down his fork very… very slowly.
Everyone froze.
“Leave,” Vionn commanded.
The guard bowed nervously and hurried out.
Kaela smirked into her wine glass.
Vionn’s voice was low and deadly calm.
“Are you done?” he asked.
“Oh?” Kaela widened her eyes. “Done with what, husband?”
That damn word.
He took a slow breath… trying not to explode.
“You’re playing games you don’t understand,” he warned.
Kaela stood, walked toward him, leaned down — lips inches from his ear.
“No, Vionn,” she whispered.
“I understand perfectly. I’m your wife… not your prisoner. And if you won’t come closer…”
She brushed her lips lightly over his jaw.
“…someone else might.”
His chair scraped violently as he stood.
In a flash — his hand wrapped around her waist, dragging her flush against him.
His voice was a growl.
“Try it.”
Kaela’s breath caught.
Vionn’s eyes were pure fire — possessive, jealous, hungry.
“You belong to me,” he rasped.
She smiled — wicked, triumphant.
“Then show me.”
For a heartbeat…
He almost kissed her.
He almost lost the last thread of restraint.
He almost gave in.
Then…
He released her.
Stepping back like touching her burned.
His control returned like cold metal snapping shut.
“Goodnight, Kaela,” he said, voice rough.
He walked away — but his footsteps were angry, fast, desperate to escape her pull.
Kaela stared after him, adrenaline buzzing through her veins.
The game wasn’t over.
This was just the beginning.
She touched her lips where his breath had warmed her skin.
“If you won’t destroy my walls, Vionn Blackwood…” she whispered confidently.
“…I’ll destroy yours.”
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