Everything was a deal until divorce novel Chapter 139

Don’t Touch What’s Mine

“Yeah.

Dorian’s voice cut in, smooth but cold. “Lacey, Arden is with me. If you so much as think about cressing her, you come through me first. Got that?

“You love making stuff up, don’t you?” Dorian fired back Or do you just enjoy throwing yourself on the floor for attention?”

Dorian had never claimed to be a good person. Anyone who messed with someone he cared abou–he’d crush them without blinking.

He shot a look toward Lucien. Lucien understood instantly, and a subtle signal was passed to someone across the room–someone quiet, unnoticed.

Moments later, a woman in her forties approached. She moved like someone used to handling difficult people, confident and direct.

Without a word, she aimed a sharp kick to the back of Lacey’s knee.

“If you’re so into falling down, let me help you out.”

Lacey’s legs buckled.

She hit the floor hard, her hands smacking the polished surface. The impact left her pale and breathless, her white dress stained and wrinkled.

“What the hell is your problem?!” she screamed, eyes wild.

The woman didn’t flinch. “Exactly what it looks like. You like fake falls? Here’s a real one.”

Her voice was sharp, her tone firm. Clearly not the type to back down.

“Do you even know whose event this is? This is Sinclair estate. Who the hell do you think you are laying hands on me here?”

Lacey was a mess, her entire posture collapsing, dress dragging on the floor, humiliated in front of

everyone.

Dorian took a sip from his wine glass, elegant and unbothered, the crimson liquid swirling as if he had all the time in the world.

“My staff,” he said calmly.

Lacey’s eyes shot up in disbelief.

The woman, May stepped forward again. With a brutal jab to Lacey’s other leg, the sound of bone shifting

could be heard.

Her scream didn’t even make it out. She choked on it, face drained of all color.

The woman didn’t stop there. She pulled a thin leather case from her pocket, took out a soft–soled shoe pad -and slapped it across Lacey’s face.

“Lying at your age? That mouth of yours clearly doesn’t deserve protection. Now say it. What really

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happened at the auction? You better tell the truth Or the prac’s gotta do more damage than your key ever

could

Lacey was still clearching her jase. It wasn’t fake”

Smack One clean hit, and her face swelled instantly. Her pride–always til to her look–a cracking Whispers had already started around the roun

“Lacey, still lying? May asked, raising her hand again. Her face was calm, but the look in her eyes and the wouldn’t stop until the truth came out.

Panic set in. Lacey’s eyes filled with tears, dropping like broken pearls. She looked wrecked–not just physically, but emotionally.

“Who are you?” she croaked again.

She didn’t believe this woman could be one of Dorian’s people.

“Mine,” Dorian said from behind her.

He was half–leaning against the dessert bar, posture loose, voice frosty. The warmth was gone from his face -replaced with that glint in his eye that could freeze someone to their core.

What?

The one who had her beaten down… was his?

How? She was supposed to be his savior. Why would he do this to her?

Lacey sat on the floor, stunned, eyes wide with betrayal. She looked at Dorian like he’d just torn her world in half.

Across the room, Arden had gone still too.

Wasn’t Lacey the one he once protected? The one he tried to buy off with a five–million–dollar check?

Why was he suddenly… taking Arden’s side?

Confused, she looked up. Her eyes lingered a second too long. Dorian felt it. He turned slightly. She stood beside him, eyes dark, lips tight, lashes fluttering just barely.

There was a kind of quiet in her expression–like she didn’t know whether to thank him or question everything.

Dorian reached out and gently pinched her cheek. “What’s wrong, hmm?”

She started to turn away, instinctively ready to tell him to stop. But he let go.

Even dressed to perfection, something about him radiated violence. Like someone who could be charming one second and unhinged the next.

She licked her lips, subconsciously. “Nothing.”

Just that you’re acting different. Protective, even.

She didn’t know what to make of it. Caleb stood nearby, watching all of this.

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Dorn–in a tailored suit, gises in hand, pour relasel–Inaked like someone who chembet be calets and untouchable. But his eyes? Pore charse

And for once. he wasn’t protecting Larry He was standing up for his wife,

Dorian crouched down in front of Lavey Wine glass in ne hand, he tilted it in the base of it nudged under her chin.

Lacey,” he said quietly. “Arden is mine. You pull another stunt like this–another lie, another smear–I won’t stop at a bruised leg or a slap across the face.”

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