Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 685

The moment Draven and Herman touched down in Zheron, Draven's phone rang. It was Troy.

Draven sat in the back seat of the car, his face a mask of cold detachment. He felt no surprise—he had known this call was coming.

He answered without hesitation.

Troy's voice cut through the line, sharp and cold as steel. "Draven, I can't believe it was really you who stole my children!"

Troy had suspected Draven before, but until now, he had no proof. Now, with the evidence right in front of him, Troy's anger surged out of control. He was stunned that Draven would go this far.

Draven's tone was flat, almost bored. "You were too slow."

That simple statement struck Troy right where it hurt. "Those are my children with Ayla! Did you really think that stealing them would change the fact that you and Ayla are finished?"

Draven's gaze drifted out the window, his expression unreadable. "Even if I hadn't taken them, it wouldn't change that Ayla and I are over, would it?" He paused, letting the words hang. "So I took them. At least this way, you suffer. At least this way, you're helpless."

Troy's hand curled into a fist. He slammed it against the seat, the sound loud and sharp in the quiet car. No amount of anger could soothe him now. Every time Draven was involved, it was as if his whole world unraveled.

It felt like a curse he could never break.

Troy's eyes were bloodshot, his voice trembling with rage. "Draven, all these years—you just can't help but go against me!"

Draven's reply was as cold and hard as a blade. "When you started planning for those test-tube children in secret, you should have known this day would come. Your own children would become my weapon against you."

He lowered his voice, every word heavy with threat. "Troy, you made me pay a heavy price. Now it's your turn to taste what it's like to be at my mercy."

"Draven, you really have a death wish!" he spat, every word forced out through clenched teeth.

Draven let Troy's fury wash over him.

He seldom did that. Draven was furious, of course. When he did tap into that pool of anger, it'd been simmering for God knew how long.

For once, he didn't hide his own emotions. He had already crossed every line—there was nothing left to lose. The conflict had finally reached its breaking point.

Draven's voice was glacial, but his words were calm and clear. "Troy, when you secretly created those two children, you were already risking everything. You have no idea how deep this goes. So let me make it clear: even if your grandfather begs me on his knees, I will never give your children back. That is my decision. That is the price for crossing me."

Troy had rarely seen Draven push back like this. Usually, it was Troy's anger filling the air, while Draven kept silent, refusing to take the bait.