Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 490

Chapter 490 A Lesson

But Jeremy was a piece of shit.

Draven had been a late bloomer back then. Skinny. Small. No strength to fight back. Jeremy used to beat him up, and he couldn’t do a thing about it.

Now? Draven wasn’t that kid anymore. He had muscle. He had reach. He had resources. But back when he was just a little over ten, he was easy to break.

And Jeremy had caught him right in that window. That was what made it worse. This useless piece of trash somehow still knew what scared him most.

Draven actually wanted him dead.

His fingers dragged slowly across Jeremy’s windpipe.

Jeremy’s face turned bone–white. He didn’t even breathe.

Draven leaned in just enough to make the pressure sharper.

“Next time,” he said, “it’s your throat. I’m not kidding.”

Then he shoved him.

Hard.

Jeremy hit the ground like garbage tossed out of a car.

Broken glass littered the floor.

He caught himself with one hand, but it landed on a shard. Blood instantly welled up from his palm.

He stared at it, and the pain flashed across his face. It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t tough. If anything, he played it

1. up.

He struggled to get back on his feet. The wine still had him dizzy, and the crash from the adrenaline made it worse. He swayed just trying to stand. There was no way he could fight.

He gasped for air and grabbed the edge of the table. His knees buckled, but he managed to steady himself. He wiped the corner of his eye. His fingers came away bloody. His face twisted with a sharp flicker of hate. His eyes turned colder than ice. That scar on his chest started to throb again. Old wound. New anger.

Jeremy gritted his teeth. “After all this time, you got softer? I thought you’d go harder than last time. What, you fell in love and lost your balls?”

Draven didn’t say anything back. His expression didn’t shift. “You can test it,” he said. “But you’re not making it out.”

Jeremy laughed out loud. “You gonna kill me? Go ahead! Come on, Draven. You stabbed me once, and I lived. Guess I’m lucky. Let’s see if you really have the balls to finish it this time!”

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Chapter 490 A Lesson

He laughed like a full–blown maniac.

But was it luck?

Draven had pulled that first strike. On purpose.

Finished

He stared at Jeremy with a blank look. Same as always. Same as before. Like he was watching some idiot clown trip over his own shoes.

He’d looked at him just like that when they were kids. Jeremy had slapped him across the face for it.

Back then, Kayla barely had time for Draven. They hadn’t even seen each other for the first seven years. They weren’t close. They barely knew how to act around each other.

Jeremy had been about the same age. He was the one who offered to show Draven around. But their personalities were complete opposites.

Jeremy was reckless. Loud. The type of kid who stole a car before he could drive legally. He ran around town with his crew, showing off like he was bulletproof. A real punk with a rich family backing him up. Many adults were scared of them.

Draven was quiet. Obedient. Careful.

They didn’t click at all.

Still, Jeremy kept dragging him along. All the rich kids were already throwing their allowances at flashy little side projects. It wasn’t real investing. It was just trendy.

Draven didn’t join in. He turned them down. And that pissed Jeremy off. His nephew wouldn’t play along. Wouldn’t show him respect. So he took it personally.

The more Draven hated something, the more Jeremy shoved it in his face. He made it a game. If it upset Draven, Jeremy wanted to watch. And it worked. Draven always ended up pale and sick. That made it funnier. Jeremy loved it. Got addicted to it. He kept coming up with new ways to mess with him.

Draven never fought back. Or if he did, it didn’t go anywhere. He couldn’t win. And none of the adults ever stopped it. Most didn’t even think Jeremy did anything wrong.

So it went on. Until one day. At a Storm family gathering. The whole clan was there. And the quiet kid who never talked? The one who sat at the edge of every room? He picked up a knife and stabbed Jeremy without a single word.

Even for the Storms, who weren’t strangers to chaos, that one hit hard. Some of the older ones still had grit. Most of the younger ones were soft.

So when a teenager suddenly drove a knife into someone else and blood sprayed all over the place, the room fell silent.

Nobody moved. Nobody saw it coming. Nobody thought that obedient little kid could do something so

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