From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 328

Chapter 328 Bringing Someone Home.

“Now.

I vow to give you a lifetime of splendor.”

A simple, pure sentence–yet it carried the weight of countless days and nights of Leander’s devotion, filled with all the longing he had harbored for Daphne.

As a child, he had never forgotten, and as the Iron Sovereign of today, he would never forget- not even for a moment.

Daphne stared at Leander, mesmerized. She had seen this scene countless times in her dreams, but each time she woke, there was only disappointment and tears.

But now, the waiting was over. No cold bed boards, no empty, echoing bedroom–here sat a living, breathing man, flesh and blood before her.

She had no doubt about Leander’s identity. Even after nine years, his embrace had not changed. His eyes, his voice, and that unmistakable, exclusive “Dani” were enough proof: this was her Ander.

“I knew it,” Daphne whispered, her voice trembling. “My Ander wouldn’t die. You’d come find me. I waited long enough for this day.”

She snatched the pull tab and slipped it onto her hand again, just like the defiant, spirited little girl she had once been–leaving Leander both helpless and amused.

Then, Daphne reached out her delicate hand. “You promised me a lifetime of splendor–you

can’t back out now.”

Seeing that familiar gesture, Leander let out a quiet, hoarse laugh. “After all these years, you’re still pulling this on me?”

“Of course!”

Without another word, she grabbed his hand, their thumbs pressing together. This time, the pinky promise was for a lifetime.

Everyone in the classroom stared at them, frozen, their eyes locked on the two figures without blinking.

From their conversation, it was clear that Daphne had waited for Leander a long time–but they couldn’t understand what Leander had done to earn such devotion. How could she look at him like a wife waiting for her husband to come home?

He didn’t look like some wealthy heir. Among the elite heirs they knew, none bore the name Leander. Why would she choose a kid like him–and act as if she had pledged her life to him?

Damian shook off his shock and saw Daphne leaning against Leander, gentle and obedient. His blood almost boiled.

“Ms. Daphne!”

He cleared his throat, his voice dropping.

“Ms. Daphne, I don’t mean to disturb your reunion, but just now this friend of yours–he tossed my thing aside. Isn’t he going to give me an explanation?”

He pointed to the diamond bracelet on the floor, eyes fixed on Leander.

Leander glanced at him, a faint smile on his lips. He didn’t have time for a petty guy like him.

However, Daphne suddenly turned her gaze, her icy eyes locking onto Damian. The force of it made his body shudder.

“Damian, who do you think you are? You actually dare demand an explanation from Ander? You have ten seconds to get out of my sight. Say one more word, and I’ll make sure you never leave Highcliffe.”

Her voice was calm, almost quiet, but each word landed like a hammer blow, striking straight at Damian’s chest.

His face drained. He couldn’t believe it. He only asked Leander for an explanation, and Daphne threatened to destroy him. He couldn’t imagine—if he had actually harmed Leander–maybe Daphne would have wiped out the entire Reese family.

He tried to speak again, but Daphne’s gaze swept over him like a blade. Unable to bear the pressure, he bolted out of the classroom.

Though Damian was a top heir in Goldenridge, he knew his place. In front of Daphne, he was nothing more than second–rate. The Reese family might dominate Goldenridge, but facing the Florian family, even a week would leave them in ruins. That was the true power of Highcliffe’s elite.

“Dani, you’re still as fierce as ever!”

Leander took a step back, pretending to be a little scared.

“You’re the worst, Ander. Didn’t I learn this from you? When you don’t want to waste words, you just threaten people, right?”

She had heard some of what happened to Leander back then and worried that the Ashcroft family, if they learned he was still alive, might strike again. But with Lydia now protecting him, at least they wouldn’t dare act so openly.

Even if Leander currently had nothing, even if he had lost his martial abilities, she believed he would rise again.

“Ander!”

She gripped his hands firmly, her voice serious.

“Even if you can no longer train or fulfill your old dream of becoming a powerhouse in the martial world, I believe that in other ways, you will soar higher than ever.

“I’ll make your dream of being a martial world powerhouse come true for you.”

Hearing the sincerity in Daphne’s words, he knew she was offering comfort because she thought he could no longer practice martial arts. He didn’t explain; he simply smiled and nodded.

On Westvale Peak, Gareth stood halfway up the mountainside, staring down at the massive pit below, easily over thirty feet across, his mind full of unease.

The bodies of Master Tharok and the others had been cleared, yet he hadn’t left. He remained deep in thought.

“Across Highcliffe, only a handful of people–no more than five besides me–could kill five Martial Sovereigns in a single move. But I know all five of them.

“If it had been any of them, they would have informed me. So, it wasn’t any of them who struck last night. Then… who could it be?”

Lost in thought, his phone suddenly rang. It was Ethan calling.

“Dad!”

Ethan’s voice came through the phone.

“Mom called me earlier. She said she’s going back to the Ashcroft family today!”

Gareth’s eyes narrowed sharply, a flash of barely contained joy crossing his face. “What did you say? She’s going back to the Ashcroft family? She’s really willing to go back?”

Ethan’s tone carried little excitement; if anything, it was heavier, more serious. “She also said… she’s bringing someone home!”