The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife novel Chapter 177

Daniel’s shout filled the room in a way that made the walls seem to tremble.

Clarissa froze in place.

Her mouth shut tight.

Daniel stepped forward- each step measured, each movement controlled with a precision that was actually more terrifying than violence. He stopped directly in front of Clarissa, the distance between them only a few centimeters.

“Listen to me very carefully,” he said in a voice that dropped back to very low, very cold. “Alina is my wife. She is carrying my child. And not a single person in this world has the right to hurt her–not with hands, not with words, not with cheap photos spread to paid journalists.”

“But Daniel-”

“This is your final warning.”

That sentence fell like a verdict.

Daniel’s eyes locked onto Clarissa’s without moving.

“If you touch Alina again. If you spread rumors or anything that harms her.”

Daniel paused briefly, letting the silence fill the unfinished threat.

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“I will take full custody of Junior,” he whispered. “I will legally ensure you have no right to approach your own son. The name Clarissa Sterling will mean nothing in any document related to my child’s life.”

Tears began welling up in Clarissa’s eyes.

“Daniel, please-”

“I’m not joking, Clarissa,” he continued without stopping. “I will destroy your life in ways far more painful than just taking custody. So I hope you understand what I mean.”

Clarissa was silent. Her body trembling. This was the first time Daniel had threatened her with such terrifying words. Even when they divorced, Daniel hadn’t said anything beyond asking her to eventually become the mother Junior would one day need.

“Now get out,” Daniel said again. His voice flat. “I hope you think carefully about my warning tonight.”

Clarissa moved toward the door with feet that felt heavy. Tears fell uncontrollably–not from remorse, but from anger, fear and frustration mixed into something she couldn’t swallow.

Daniel’s study door closed.

Silence immediately took over the room.

Daniel walked to the liquor cabinet. Poured scotch into a glass with movements that were no longer measured- rough, like someone who had run out of patience pretending to be controlled.

Daniel drank it in one gulp.

Placed the glass down with a loud sound on the table.

His hand still gripped the rim of that glass, knuckles turning white.

Daniel had already threatened Clarissa.

And soon the journalist who had disturbed Alina would disappear.

Daniel had also ensured the articles were taken down from various platforms.

But Alina’s photos had already spread. Already seen by thousands of people. Already read, saved, spread further by anonymous hands that couldn’t be traced or stopped.

That damage couldn’t be fully repaired.

And that made the anger in his chest ignite in a way that was different from before.

“I won’t let anyone hurt Alina,” he muttered to the darkness before him. “Anyone who offends Alina will deal with me.”

Daniel’s words came out not for anyone–only for himself, like a promise repeated to keep it feeling real.

Or like a reminder.

That of all the destruction he had caused and that others had caused–Alina remained his to protect. By whatever

means necessary.

At St. Catherine’s Hospital, night slowly began to fall.

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