From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 395

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Edwin’s face went pale, then red, the veins in his neck standing out as he rose from his chair.

His hand shook as he pointed at Tyrone. “All these years I raised you, and this is how you repay me? You want me in a coffin?”

Tyrone stayed calm. “Grandpa, power and wealth matter, but they don’t mean anything if I lose myself or destroy a marriage.”

Edwin’s voice sliced through the air like a blade. “Everything you have came from this family. You owe the Winters your loyalty. The wedding’s ten days away. Either you marry that Reid girl or you get engaged to Ms. Guinevere. Pick one.”

Seeing his grandfather’s rage, Tyrone lowered his tone. “I hear you, Grandpa. You should rest.”

He didn’t wait for a reply. He turned and walked straight out of the room.

At the door, he stopped. His grandfather was gasping for breath on the couch. His father was barking at the servants. His mother stood there, rubbing her temples, helpless and tired. Tyrone looked at them, his eyes dark and unreadable. Then he walked out.

Outside, he leaned against his car and lit a cigarette. The smoke curled up like the thoughts choking him.

Fighting them was useless.

Ten days until the wedding. He didn’t know how it would end, but he wasn’t giving up yet.

The next few days, though, were a nightmare.

He went to see Aella, but she locked her door.

When he waited outside her building, she nearly took his knee out with a kick.

She ignored his calls and never replied to his texts.

The snacks he sent went untouched. The gifts he bought ended up in the trash.

Every time he opened his mouth, she made him call her “sister.”

Every time he mentioned the wedding or tried to get close, she turned cold as ice.

He was running out of options.

If this kept up, they’d end up just like before–two people who couldn’t stand the sight of each

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Five days before the wedding, Tyrone sat in his car outside her apartment and called Brad.

“I need your help.”

That afternoon, when Aella went out to look for a place to rent, Brad showed up her at the gate.

He opened his car door. “Get in. We need to talk.”

Aella didn’t budge.

and blocked

She rested her foot on the door and crossed her arms. “Last time you said Tyrone was drunk. What is it this time, Brad? You gonna tell me he’s dead?”

Brad winced. “Damn, you’re mean.”

Her expression hardened. “You’re the one who lied first.”

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By early evening, she found a small three–bedroom near a West District hospital.

She was about to pay the deposit when her phone buzzed. It was her little brother, Clyde.

His voice shook. “I broke something. The guy’s making me pay. I’ll text you the address.” Then he hung up.

She opened the message. It was the Winters‘ private airfield.

Her stomach dropped. She called back right away, but no one answered.

Clyde was only fourteen. He worshiped Tyrone. He always did whatever he said.

A sick feeling hit her. Tyrone was cold, calculated, and ruthless.

What if he’d lured Clyde there? What if he’d tricked him into breaking something expensive- something that would trap them again in debt?

Maybe something like a helicopter part.

It sounded just like him. He was good at manipulation.

If that was what he’d done, the Reids would be right back under his thumb, deep in debt.

She couldn’t let that happen.

She ran to the curb, flagged a cab, and told the driver to go fast.

At the same time, at the Winters‘ private airfield, Brad handed Clyde over to Raine. “Take him home.”

Once their car drove off, a sleek black sedan pulled up.

Tyrone stepped out, tall and calm, every line of his suit sharp and perfect.

Even from a distance, it was clear–he had dressed up for this.