Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487 Uncle

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Draven held the phone to his ear as a smug voice came through on the line. “Seriously, nephew? You’ve got a fiancée and didn’t bother to tell your dear uncle? That’s messed up. I only found out because your mom let it slip. I’m in Trensea. Bring her over and show some respect.”

It was Jeremy Storm. Draven’s uncle. Just three years older. Sylvester Storm had him with a woman decades younger than him. She was his second wife.

Sylvester died when Jeremy was three, and Kayla started the power struggle with her siblings. Jeremy was too young for the battle, and thanks to that, Kayla got along relatively fine with him.

Their bond was weird. Not quite siblings. Not quite mother and son. Somewhere in between.

But Jeremy? Total jackass. He was a scam artist. A manipulator. A full–blown psycho.

When Draven got dragged back into the Storms at age seven, Jeremy made his life miserable.

That voice alone triggered every alarm in Draven’s system.

He went stiff for two seconds, then answered flatly. His voice was cold, sharp, and cutting. “Where are you?”

Jeremy laughed, crackly and smug, through the line. “Maybe I’m right behind your girl’s car.”

Draven’s grip tightened around the phone. His knuckles went bone–white. He glanced in the rearview mirror. A black van was trailing them. Not close enough to stand out. Not far enough to ignore.

His gaze darkened. “What the hell do you want?”

“Chill out, kid. I just wanna see you. It’s been years. I miss you.”

Draven’s eyes turned to ice. “I’ll come to you.”

His voice dropped. “Stay right there.”

“Sure thing.”

Jeremy ended the call. His car pulled over too.

Ayla hadn’t heard what was said, but whoever it was, Draven clearly hated them. And if it had anything to do with Trensea, she’d know. But this felt different. Whoever that was … wasn’t from here. That meant one thing.

The Storm family.

She barely knew anything about them. Met his mom once. Cold as stone, and she knew just from talking to her a little. She didn’t care about her son. Even after Draven returned to them, they treated him like he didn’t exist.

He never brought them up. And that silence told her everything. Draven had built his whole life here. In Trensea. This was his real home.

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8:50 pm DJ

Chapter 487 Uncle

Whoever just called … probably someone he’d hoped to never see again.

When he hung up, Ayla asked, “Who was it?”

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He said, “Someone from the Storms.” He wasn’t about to say Jeremy’s name. No way in hell he’d let her get near that man.

Ayla gave a small nod. The way Draven shut down told her enough. It wasn’t her place to dig. Not unless it started bleeding into his life.

And if it ever did? She’d tear that family tree apart branch by branch.

Because the only one she cared about in that family… was him.

The rest? They could keep their distance.

“You’re going to meet him now?” she asked.

“Yeah. Turn at the corner and pull over.”

He didn’t even want Jeremy’s shadow near her.

But if Jeremy had already tracked them down, then he definitely knew about Ayla.

Draven’s jaw clenched. If that bastard tried anything?

He’d deal with it. He’d destroy Jeremy.

He didn’t care if they shared blood. The second someone touched what mattered to him?

They were done.

Ayla pulled over. She couldn’t remember the last time Draven looked this tense. “You sure you’re okay?” she asked, her voice quiet.

He brushed her hair back gently. “Yeah. Don’t worry. I’ve got it.”

Then he made a quick call.

A few minutes later, an unmarked SUV pulled up behind them.

Draven said, “They’re mine. They’ll take you home.”

Ayla looked in the mirror. The SUV must’ve been following them the whole time. She never saw it. Draven had planned this.

That scared her more than anything. “Is this dangerous?”

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