Saved by the heartless billionaire king

Chapter15 ;Bigger Threads

AARON’S POV

He couldn’t take it any longer. His body had fought for calm, but his soul had already burst through the walls of restraint. Without hesitation, Aaron teleported to the Osgoods’ property, accompanied by Brice and a few of his most trusted security personnel. The others—strategically housed near his mansion—were already in position.

They moved silently, like shadows. No noise. No hesitation. Just calculated stealth. As they approached the back of the property, their ears caught the tremble of a voice inside.

“Please… I can’t continue like this,” a woman pleaded over the phone. “I just injected them with the last dose of sedatives I believe they can take. They’re very old… They need to be taken to the hospital, or they’ll die here. I can’t be responsible for their deaths.”

She was young, maybe in her twenties. Her demeanor screamed nurse, but it was clear she wasn’t here for any noble reason. Someone had planted her—planted watchers—right under Aaron’s nose. That someone had to be either dangerously reckless… or terrifyingly powerful.

“What have you learned about Aaron and the gem during your stay there?” came the cold, commanding voice from the other end of the line.

Aaron’s muscles tensed. His jaw clenched. That voice—he didn’t recognize it, but the arrogance was enough to ignite his fury. This had to be the same man behind the car accident… the one that nearly cost Anna her life.

The gem… Aaron thought, his heart racing. Why does it turn red when he touches it? What does that even mean?

It was more than just a relic of power. It reacted to him. That reaction wasn’t random—it was a warning. This man was one of them.

“I won’t say anything until my request is granted,” the woman snapped back, a mix of fear and defiance in her voice.

There was silence, then a low threat: “It’s like you’ve forgotten I have your family. So you better start talking.”

Aaron’s fists curled into tight balls. His thoughts swirled like a storm. He knows. He knows about the gem. He knows about Anna. He’s from our world. That confirms it. He’s not just some power-hungry mortal. He’s one of us—or worse.

His thoughts raced to his father. If not for Anna… he would’ve been dead already.

A cold realization sank in. Could it be? Was he the one who wounded my father… who killed Grayson?

Grayson, his father’s most loyal protector—gone without a trace, and the mystery of his death still fresh and raw.

“I’ll talk,” the woman finally said, her voice breaking under pressure. “I can’t risk my family. Not for people I don’t even know…”

Aaron leaned in, holding his breath.

“I don’t know anything about the gem,” she continued, “but I know that Aaron is very close to that girl. I don’t know her name, but… he seems to like her a lot. I saw them yesterday at Times Square. I followed them—from a distance. He’s never been seen that close to any girl. If you can get her… you can get to him.”

Then—clang!

Something fell. A knife. One of Aaron’s guards had accidentally let it slip.

The woman froze. Fear overtook her face. She smashed the phone against the wall and ran toward the window. They were on the fourth floor. The wind howled through the open glass frame.

“Stop! Don’t move!” Brice called, stepping forward. “We won’t harm you. Just tell us who sent you, and you’ll be free.”

But she didn’t listen. Her breath came fast. Her eyes darted between the guards surrounding her.

“If you come any closer… I’ll jump!”

She meant it. Every trembling inch of her body showed she was ready to die.

“You don’t have to do this,” Brice said gently, hands raised. “Talk to us. We can protect you. Just tell us who he is.”

She shook her head furiously, tears streaming down her cheeks. “He’ll kill my family if I say anything!”

And then—without another word—she turned and leapt.

A sickening smack echoed through the property as her body hit the concrete below.

Silence. Utter silence. Even the air seemed too shocked to move.

Aaron’s heart pounded. She chose death… over betraying him. Whoever this man is… he’s more dangerous than I imagined.

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UNKNOWN POV

He laughed.

A deep, amused chuckle as he sipped from a glass of expensive wine, seated comfortably in his grand manor’s high-backed chair.

“So… the little prince is quicker than I thought,” he muttered to himself. “Found my watcher already, did you?”

He leaned back, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. “But it changes nothing. Nothing at all. I will destroy him. Piece by piece.”

He gazed into the fire, the flickering flames casting long shadows across the room.

“The old man still breathes. If he didn’t, that fool wouldn’t be so bold. Which means…”

He narrowed his eyes.

He has the gem.

The thought twisted his lips into a sneer.

“That coward,” he hissed. “He didn’t even know I existed. Thought I was some lowborn outcast who wanted his approval. Tsk. He never realized I was the storm waiting in his shadow.”

He rose from the chair and walked toward the window. Rain tapped the glass like a warning drumbeat.

“The wound I left him with will keep him in bed for years. And now, all I want… is what should have been mine all along.”

He closed his hand into a fist.

“They aren’t ready for me. No one is.”

He thought of the woman—the one who had served him, the one who knew the cost of betrayal. She did as instructed… she must have.

“But if she didn’t,” he muttered darkly, “I will make her family scream. One by one.”

What he didn’t know was that Aaron had heard everything.

And Aaron… would stop at nothing to protect the girl he loved.