Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159: Revenge

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Chapter 153

~Author’s POV~

The room was cloaked in shadows, illuminated only by the faint glow of a laptop screen perched on a polished mahogany desk.

A man sat in the leather chair, his fingers steepled under his chin as his eyes remained glued to the video playing on the screen.

The footage was grainy, but the details were unmistakable: the explosion of Snow Zephyr’s car, the fire engulfing it in a fiery blaze, and the subsequent chaos.

The camera captured Zara collapsing, blood staining her temple, while Zade and Snow scrambled to shield her from further harm.

A low chuckle bubbled up from the man’s chest, filling the room with its sinister resonance. He leaned forward, the harsh light of the screen casting faint shadows on his angular features, though his identity remained hidden in the room’s dim light.

"There you go, Snow Zephyr," he murmured, his voice carrying a venomous satisfaction. "This is only the beginning of the pain you’ll endure. You’ll learn what it’s like to feel helpless, to have the things you cherish torn away piece by piece."

The man’s lips curled into a cruel smile. "You will understand how I felt the day Marcus was taken from me. I’ll make sure of it."

A sharp knock interrupted his thoughts, the sound echoing through the room. His head turned slightly, his amusement fading as he straightened in his chair.

"Enter," he commanded, his voice clipped and authoritative.

The heavy door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. The newcomer was dressed in black leather pants and a fitted black sweatshirt, his face partially obscured by the low hood of his sweatshirt. He walked in, his boots clicking against the tiled floor, and came to a halt before the desk.

He bowed slightly, his voice steady but deferential. "Sir, we’ve reached him."

The man in the chair raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Be more specific. Reached who?"

"Ivan Zephyr, sir," the figure replied, his tone even.

The man leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming idly against the armrests as he processed the information. His narrowed eyes glinted with malice. "That sorry excuse of a human being? How predictable."

"Yes, sir," the figure confirmed. He leaned forward slightly and hais blond fell forward, obscuring his eyes. "He’s been cornered. Shall we proceed?"

The man’s lips twitched into a smirk. "Good. Ivan should suffer like Snow. His greed and recklessness were what roped Marcus into his schemes. Had he not dragged Marcus down, perhaps he’d still be alive today."

The man’s voice grew colder as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. "Send word. Trouble Ivan. Make him pay for every poor decision he’s ever made."

The figure nodded. "And Snow Zephyr?"

The man’s smirk widened, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "Oh, we’re far from finished with him. Sabotage his business using the Stark family. Stir internal conflicts. Divide and..." he [icked up a chess piece from the ones on his desk and knocke done of the pawns, "...Conquer."

"Understood, sir."

The figure bowed again before turning to leave. The man leaned back in his chair, his fingers tracing the edge of the desk as his thoughts churned with malice.

Snow Zephyr, the golden boy of the werewolf world, revered by his pack and respected by his peers. It was time for that pedestal to crumble.