CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Chapter 227 The Fall of Kane

Serena’s POV

I watched Kane and Tiffany make their grand entrance, dressed in matching midnight blue outfits that screamed "power couple." If Kane wasn’t stuck in that wheelchair, they might have actually looked perfect together. But reality’s a bitch, isn’t it?

"Quite the dramatic entrance," I whispered to Ryan, unable to hold back a small laugh.

Ryan squeezed my hand gently, his thumb tracing small circles against my skin. "Let’s go sit over there for a bit. I want a front-row seat to whatever disaster is about to unfold."

I nodded, but before we could move, Kane had already wheeled himself toward Lucian with Tiffany clicking along beside him in her stilettos. The tension in the air thickened instantly, like someone had cranked up the thermostat in an already stuffy room.

Kane shot Lucian a smile so cold it could’ve frozen champagne. "What a lively party tonight. Where’s Mr. White hiding? Or did he send you to do his dirty work as usual?"

Lucian didn’t even flinch. He took a leisurely sip of his drink before responding, "Oh, he’s here. He just doesn’t want to see you." He delivered this with such casual cruelty that I almost winced.

Kane’s eyes darkened dangerously, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the arms of his wheelchair. "Lucian, are you really determined to make an enemy of me? Because I promise you’ll regret it."

"Don’t act innocent," Lucian scoffed, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "You know exactly what you did. Did you really think burying the truth would keep it buried forever?"

Lucian turned his attention to Tiffany, his voice dripping with mockery. "It’s just a shame for Miss Vergara, having to marry a cripple. Tell me, is it the family fortune or just desperation that has you clinging to damaged goods?"

Tiffany flinched visibly before composing herself. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into her palm as she forced a smile.

"Mr. West, show some respect," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Kane is the future son-in-law of the Vergara family. Do you really want to make an enemy of us too? Or have you forgotten who controls half your supply chain in Europe?"

"How adorable, defending your master," Lucian smirked, his eyes glinting with malice. "Enjoy the party while you can. I doubt you’ll be invited to many more once everyone realizes you’ve backed the wrong horse—or should I say, the wrong wheelchair?"

I felt a chill run down my spine. The casual cruelty of it all struck me hard. To think of someone’s daughter being used as nothing more than a chess piece...

"Tiffany doesn’t seem stupid. Couldn’t she fight back against this arrangement?" I watched her across the room, wondering what was really going on behind those perfectly made-up eyes.

Ryan chuckled softly, his breath warm against my ear. "It’s not that she can’t fight back. She’s gambling too, in her own way. She thinks Kane might be her ticket to power—both in the Vergara family and beyond. She’s playing a dangerous game."

I took a deep breath, watching the miserable couple across the room. "The whole Vergara family seems to be a bunch of gamblers."

"Unfortunately for them," Ryan said with quiet confidence, his fingers tracing a line down my bare arm, "their bets are about to lose spectacularly. Kane has no idea what’s coming for him."

His tone was so matter-of-fact that I didn’t doubt him for a second. Ryan never made threats; he made promises. If the Vergara family wanted to blame someone, they should blame their own poor judgment for backing Kane of all people.