The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 748

Chapter 748 Accusations

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It didn’t take a genius to see where Marie’s worry pointed–she was afraid Diana and Dale might rekindle old ties.

Derrick’s gaze deepened, lips curving into a slow, dangerous smile. “This might get interesting.”

Marie blinked, mid–rant. “Huh? What’s interesting?”

He turned his eyes on her. “You really don’t have a shred of feeling left for Dan?”

Her blood boiled. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean? I should have feelings for that piece of trash? He’s got no right to them!”

“So the bond between you two has turned into nothing but trash?”

“You-” she sputtered, fury rising.

“Good,” Derrick cut in smoothly, smile widening.

Marie froze, staring at him. Was this man insane? She couldn’t follow his logic, and frankly didn’t care to.

Elsewhere, Abraham had just come back from the medical wing with Stella. She’d been queasy all morning, and with triplets on the way, every symptom had to be checked.

The doctor assured them all was well. Abraham carried her back, tucked her in, and soothed her until she slept. Only then did he step out–just in time for Derrick’s call.

“What do you want?” Abraham’s tone was flat ice.

Derrick chuckled at the chill in his voice. “I recall telling you everything about the little princess. You could say I’m half her savior. That counts for something, doesn’t it?”

“What do you want?”

The curt reply cut Derrick short.

“If you expect her to pay that debt herself,” Abraham warned, “stop dreaming.”

Derrick snorted. “I wouldn’t dare. She was supposed to be my fiancée, remember? Yet like I’d stolen your lifeblood. In your eyes, gratitude’s worth nothing.”

Abraham said nothing, but the silence crackled with danger.

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Chapter 748 Accusations

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“If you called to whine about fairness, you’ve got too much time on your hands,” Abraham growled.

Derrick sensed the air freezing over, wisely changing course. “That’s past. I’ve moved on. After all, you did throw me a wife to make up for it.”

The lightness in his voice at the word “wife” earned only a cold snort from Abraham.

“Fine,” Derrick continued, “I won’t waste breath on that. I just want one thing answered. Tessa’s with you, isn’t she?”

Silence.

“Don’t bother denying it,” Derrick pressed. “You played your own sister and your most loyal man. Tessa–you stole her, didn’t you? What does Ashen Pact have that you want so badly?”

He spoke as if it were fact. To him, there was no other explanation. Victor had come to Noctarth -surely because of Tessa. Marie had torn the Pact apart for her. Who else could benefit from this storm but Abraham?

Especially with Madam Evelyn herself striking at Cyren Mines. This had to be part of a bigger plan.

Abraham’s low laugh cut through. “Your imagination’s something else, Derrick.”

It wasn’t a denial, and to Derrick’s mind, that was as good as an admission.

“So what’s caught your eye?” he demanded. “What treasure in Ashen Pact’s worth playing your sister, worth even using Victor?”

Abraham’s tone turned like a blade. “Whatever I want—since when is it your business?”

The line went dead.

Derrick sat staring at the phone, certain now. Tessa was in Abraham’s hands. No wonder Stella was so calm–her husband had stolen the girl right out from under everyone.

Marie reentered, adjusting her clothes, only to find Derrick slouched in the window seat, eyes sharp with thought.

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