The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210

Aria’s POV

My heart skipped several beats as his eyes locked with mine–cold, unreadable gray that gave away nothing while seeming to see everything. The mark contrast between his pristine white shirt and the crimson staining his cuff made my stomach tighten. This was a side of Devon I hadn’t witnessed before- dangerous, ruthless.

“I can’t guess,” I replied, my voice wavering despite my attempt to sound unaffected.

Devon rose from his chair, buttoning his suit jacket with one fluid motion. “Follow me.” His tone left no room for refusal.

I hesitated, my legs suddenly heavy. Part of me wanted to run, to pretend I hadn’t seen the blood, the coldness in his eyes. But another part–a part I wasn’t ready to acknowledge–was drawn to this darker version of him.

He led me through corridors I hadn’t seen before, deeper into Eden. The elegant décor gradually gave way to more utilitarian designs–fewer paintings, more security cameras. We stopped before what appeared to be a wine cellar.

“Are you going to tell me what’s happening?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Devon’s eyes softened momentarily as he gazed down at me. “You’ll understand soon enough. His hand pressed against a hidden scanner, and the wooden

panel slid open to reveal a private elevator.

“Still can’t figure it out?” he asked as we stepped inside, his body uncomfortably close in the confined space.

I swallowed hard, the pieces clicking together. “Not… Ethan?”

His lips curved into a slight smile. “Precisely who you’re thinking of.”

Devon’s arm snaked around my waist, pulling me against him. His touch was possessive, territorial. A shiver ran through me–partly from fear, partly from

something else entirely.

“Are you afraid, Aria?” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear.

I turned to face him, our faces inches apart. “Of what you’re capable of? Maybe I should be.”

His eyes darkened. “Smart girl.”

The elevator doors opened to a stark white corridor. Devon guided me to a heavy door with another security panel. Inside was a small observation room with a one–way mirror looking into what could only be described as an interrogation chamber.

My breath caught. Ethan sat bound to a metal chair in the center of the room. His perfect features were marred by a split lip, bruised cheek, and a swollen eye. His expensive suit was torn and stained with blood. His usually impeccable hair was matted with sweat. My pupils contracted in shock.

“Seeing your former fiancé like this must be difficult,” Devon commented, watching my reaction with clinical interest.

I stared at the man who had betrayed me repeatedly, who had drugged and attempted to assault me less than twenty–four hours ago. The man who had impregnated my stepsister while planning to marry me. Instead of horror, I felt a cold satisfaction spreading through me.

“The only difficult thing,” I replied, my voice hardening, “is restraining myself from going in there and giving him a matching bruise on the other cheek.”

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Chapter 210

Devon’s eyebrows rose slightly, genuine surprise crossing his features. ‘Not feeling sentimental?

For a man who tried to drug and rape me? Who betrayed me with my stepsister? I turned to face Devon directly, anger burning in my chest. I’m not going to beg for leniency for that piece of trash, if that’s what you’re expecting.‘

Devon studied me for a long moment, something like approval flickering in his eyes. Then he opened the door to the interrogation mom “Let’s me if he shares your clarity.”

The smell hit me first–sweat, fear, and something metallic. Ethan’s head snapped up as we entered. His eyes widened first in surprise, then narrowed with

calculating intensity. When he saw me, a strange smile spread across his face, revealing blood–stained teeth.

“Well, well. The gang’s all here,” he slurred through swollen lips. “You don’t know, do you, Kane? Aria and I have been in touch this whole time.”

My blood ran cold. My hands clenched into fists so tight my nails dug into my palms.

“What are you talking about?” Devon’s voice remained perfectly controlled, but I could see tension in the set of his shoulders.

Ethan laughed, a hollow sound that bounced off the bare walls. “I don’t know how many times I’ve slept with her since your little arrangement started. Your

woman? I’ve had her every way possible.”

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