Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 463

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley 463**

**Chapter 463 She’s Gone**

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Lucien’s demeanor shifted abruptly, as if a sudden tempest had been quelled by a gentle breeze. The fierce storm of anger that had threatened to engulf him dissipated entirely the moment Emma struck him across the face and declared that she would unleash her tears right there and then. It was as though that fury had been wiped from existence, leaving behind an eerie calm.

He gazed at her, his mouth moving but no words escaping. Instead, he bit his lip, resembling a chastised puppy, and chose silence over confrontation.

The next slap sliced through the stillness of the room like a whip cracking in the air.

When he remained mute, Emma’s frustration boiled over, and she struck him again, pressing her demand with urgency. “Hurry up and hand it over.”

Lucien inhaled deeply, the frustration swirling within him like a storm. With a reluctant sigh, he retrieved the storage band from his pocket and tossed it toward her with a resigned flick of his wrist. “Here.” His voice was barely a whisper, laden with the weight of his reluctance, and he turned his back on her, refusing to meet her gaze again.

Liar. Not only did she deceive me, but she also struck me. And the worst part? She even had the audacity to threaten me…

Emma caught the storage band without a second glance, slipping it onto her finger as if it were no more significant than a trinket.

Her attention shifted to the man curled up on the bed, looking as if he were on the verge of shutting down completely. She leaned in closer, her nose brushing against his in a gesture meant to soften the moment. Lowering her voice to a gentle coax, she spoke as one might to a frightened child. “Hey. I wasn’t lying. I took the storage band to get something for you.”

Lucien wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, but his voice was laced with frustration. “What were you trying to give me? Why couldn’t you just tell me? I could have gotten it for you.”

The longer he spoke, the more his tone betrayed a wounded spirit, his eyes boring into Emma as if she had committed the gravest betrayal. “You didn’t just lie to me. You hit me. You even threatened me.”

Emma felt no pang of guilt. Instead, she lifted her wrist, rattling the chain that still bound her. “You’re still keeping me chained up. I can’t even move freely. Did you hear me complaining?”

Lucien froze at her blunt question, the weight of her words rendering him speechless. The truth settled heavily in his chest, the leftover hurt festering into a dull ache that made him feel utterly miserable.

Yeah. I’m the one who has her chained up. What right do I have to stand here and argue with her?

Watching Lucien choke on his own words, utterly frustrated and trapped, Emma remained unyielding. She stared him down, feeling a sense of righteousness swell within her.

How does he even have the nerve to argue with me? When have I ever been the type to sit down and discuss things? Never. I always take the most direct approach that actually works.

“Alright, stop being mad.” Emma lowered her head and pressed her lips against Lucien’s, her tone softening as she tried to soothe him. “I just went to grab something.”

“What did you need?” Lucien queried, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Hmm?”

Emma met his gaze, and in the next heartbeat, a sharp clatter of metal echoed in the room.

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