Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 680

If he were in Draven’s shoes, he would have done the exact same thing. But the reality was,

wasn’t Draven.

Their positions were nothing alike.

The truth was brutal: Draven had taken his children.

Months of silence hadn’t meant Draven didn’t care. It meant he was biding his time for this

blow.

Draven–how dare you do this to me?

Troy’s mind spun with fury. He swore to himself that he would find his children, no matter what it took. When he finally tracked down the arrogant bastard, he’d make sure Draven pai for it–a lesson he’d never forget.

He never imagined it would be Draven who would challenge him like this.

Now, everything was spiraling out of Troy’s control.

Those children were his only leverage, his last hope for getting Ayla back. Everything hinged on them.

With his enemies holding the kids, the balance had shifted in a blink.

The news was so devastating, Troy could hardly breathe.

How had things gone so wrong?

How could Draven dare to steal his children?

Since childhood, Draven had wanted to take everything from him. Now, he’d even taken the kids.

If Draven didn’t exist, Troy’s life would have been so much happier. The mere fact of Draven’s existence was enough to torment him endlessly.

Draven always claimed he wasn’t competing, but some people’s very presence was a provocation.

And now, Draven had gone so far as to steal his children–his children, who had nothing to do with Draven, and yet Draven had the nerve to take them? And he really did it!

Max, too, inust have been driven mad by fury–every nerve in his body struck, pure anger

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roaring through him.

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But the truth was, this wasn’t even about Ayla anymore. This was about his rivalry with Drave: the battle that had always existed between them.

If Troy lived in a world without consequences, he’d do whatever it took to erase Draven from existence.

His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. In a sudden burst, he swung at the flow arrangement by his side, sending glass and petals crashing to the floor. The vase shattered, an the entire villa fell silent, everyone frozen in fear.

“Go to Zheron. Find them for me!” he barked.

Ayla had less than five days left on her trip. If Troy could find Draven and get the kids back before she returned, nothing would change.

But if Ayla found out her children were with Draven, she’d run straight back into his arms.

Just the thought made Troy’s blood run cold.

To lose both his wife and children to Draven would be the ultimate disgrace.

Isabella, nearly crushed by the tension, finally dared to speak. “Mr. Winston, what should I do about Ayla’s request for the video?”

Troy’s heart twisted painfully at the thought of Ayla. If the worst happened–if Ayla found out the truth and went looking for Draven–he’d rather keep her close, never letting her go.

That way, Draven would never get what he wanted.

Why had it come to this?

Troy had tried to change, tried to be a better man. He never wanted things to go this far.

But Draven had pushed him right to the edge, and now, Troy was scared of what he was capable

of

Isabella hadn’t slept all night, her nerves stretched to the breaking point. She had to ask again, her voice trembling. “M… Mr. Winston, what about the video Ayla asked for?”

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Chapter 680 Holding Out

Troy’s mind was a tangle of chaos, his focus slipping with every passing moment. He pre his fingers hard against his brow, desperate to regain control, to force some clarity into h thoughts.

Things weren’t over. Not yet. There was still a chance, however slim, that he could recove children before everything was lost.

But first, he had to keep Ayla calm. Her trust had to be preserved, at least for now.

“Go through all the videos we’ve recorded before,” Troy ordered, his voice clipped and col “See if there’s anything we haven’t already sent Ayla. Give her one of those.”

Isabella hesitated, anxiety plain in her eyes. “She’ll figure it out,” she said quietly.

Newborns change every day, and Ayla paid close attention to every detail. Isabella, a moth herself, knew Ayla would spot even the smallest inconsistency.

Troy’s expression darkened further, his gaze turning glacial. “Then what do you suggest? Should I just tell Ayla the kids are gone?”

Isabella paled, fear tightening her features. She didn’t dare say another word. “I’ll do it. I’ll tr find a video that looks different.”

Troy gave no reply, but the air around him seemed to grow heavier, the tension suffocating

His silence was a storm cloud, thick and threatening.

Now that he knew where the children were, Troy couldn’t stay in Trensea a moment longer. 1 had to get to Zheron as soon as possible.

He grabbed his phone and dialed. The call was answered quickly, the other man’s voice full of surprise. “Troy, what a surprise! Did you get the gift I sent for the kids?”

The speaker was Garrett Flint, Troy’s old friend, now living in Zheron.

The Flints were nearly as wealthy as the Storms, and though their political clout was a little les than Kayla, they still ranked among the city’s elite.

In Trensea, Troy could wield power as he wished. But in Zheron, things were different. Still, Troy’s status meant his network there was nothing to dismiss.

“I’m coming to Zheron. I need your help,” Troy said, his voice low and urgent.

Garrett, the Flints‘ third son, was a kindred spirit. “Your business is my business, Troy. Of course

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I’ll help.”

Troy hung up the phone just as Isabella hurried back in, clutching her own phone.

He frowned. “What now?”

“Mr. Winston, I just received a video of the babies!” Isabella said, her voice trembling.

Troy’s face changed instantly. “Give me the phone.”

Isabella handed it over at once, adding, “It came from an anonymous sender. I’ve already our techs to trace it, but there’s nothing–no way to track it.”

Troy’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the phone screen.

The babies would wake up early. In the video, Floyd and Esme were drinking their milk. I wore clothes from the same brand they always wore, and their crib was identical to the o Blue Villa.

There was nothing in the video to suggest anything was wrong.

If he sent this video to Ayla, she’d be completely reassured—at least for now.

The video should have put Troy’s mind at ease, but instead, it infuriated him.

Those were his children, and now someone else not only had them, but dared to send him : video–as if tossing him scraps for comfort.

His fury nearly overwhelmed him. He had to fight the urge to smash the phone against the wall, but he stopped himself.

He still needed to send Ayla the video.

Draven! Don’t let me find you. If I do, I’ll destroy you!

Troy handed the phone back to Isabella.

She sent the video to him, and Troy forwarded it immediately to Ayla.

Less than a minute later, he called Ayla. “I sent you the video. Did you see it?”

Ayla’s reply was curt. “I saw it.”

Troy narrowed his eyes. “Our babies are adorable, aren’t they?”

Ayla didn’t miss a beat. “Of course they are. They’re my kids.”

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Troy bristled. “Ayla, they’re our kids. Half of their genes come from me!”

Ayla heard the anger simmering beneath his words. “What are you going on about? They’r so young–why are you fighting with me for their affection?”

Troy forced himself to calm down. “Ayla, I just miss you.”

Ayla’s tone grew cold. “Do you need anything else?”

Troy pressed on, his voice almost pleading. “I can’t wait to see you again!”

Ayla cut him off. “I’m hanging up.”

Troy’s voice grew desperate. “Don’t you miss me at all, Ayla?”

Ayla’s answer was unyielding. “I told you, I’m never coming back. These words don’t mean anything.”

Pain twisted Troy’s face. “Ayla, your heart is so cold.”

Ayla said nothing more. She hung up the phone.

Troy stared at the call screen long after the line went dead. Not long after, he gave an order t have Ayla watched. He even said, with chilling calm, that she might need to be detained at a moment’s notice.

He knew Ayla would hate him for it. But he felt trapped. He had to prepare for the worst, because losing both Ayla and the babies would be more than he could bear.

Isabella, watching from the side, felt a cold shudder run through her.

Troy could beg Ayla for a trace of affection one moment, then turn around and coldly plot ho to control her the next.

Maybe, Isabella thought, Troy’s pursuit of Ayla had always been limited by his patience. If she refused him long enough, maybe he would have ended up like this anyway–determined to keep her imprisoned in the palm of his hand.

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