Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Celibacy or a Coffin

The gates of the Grefo estate ground open with a rumble as the sedan swerved into the courtyard. The moment the vehicle screeched to a halt under the blinding floodlights of the main portico, the door was pulled open from the outside.

Guron Grefo stood tall on the steps, his arms crossed behind his back, his sharp features carved into a mask of cold authority. He had just received a hysterical phone call from Himelda, who had detailed the entire bloody disaster at the graveyard sector lines. As Dorrent slid out of the backseat—his shirt torn to ribbons, exposing the blood-soaked bandages hastily wrapped around his chest—Guron’s eyes cataloged the damage without a single flicker of paternal panic.

Jannah stepped out right behind him, her small frame rigid, her face pale, and her fingers desperately clutching the hem of the short dress that she thoroughly detested.

Guron’s heavy gaze instantly shifted away from his wounded son and locked directly onto Jannah’s form. "You shouldn’t even dream of leaving the perimeter of this estate without a full tactical protection detail again, Jannah," Guron delivered, his deep baritone cutting through the cool night air. "The metrics have completely mutated out there. You are wanted by some wretched scumbags from the syndicates who are hunting you. From this moment on, you will stay strictly within the boundaries where the Grefo security infrastructure can shield you. And while you are locked inside these walls..." Guron paused, his eyes drifting down to Dorrent’s torso before snapping back to her face. "...you might as well take full responsibility for taking care of Dorrent. He is, after all, your soon-to-be husband."

Jannah let out a sharp, venomous laugh that dripped with disdain, her eyes flashing with a dangerous fire as she stepped closer to the towering patriarch. "Oh, don’t you worry, Alpha Guron," she hissed, her teeth grinding together in defiance. "I will take great care of him. I will take care of dragging your monstrous son straight to hell with my own two hands, and I will personally see to it that I watch his final breath leave his body. I will see to his death."

Guron’s brow furrowed slightly, his voice dropping into a harsh, freezing register. "You shouldn’t speak so casually about the death of the man who literally just took a barrage of bullets to save your fragile life, girl. He severely injured his own system tonight solely to keep you from being dragged into a cellar."

"I never asked for his primitive protection!" Jannah fired back, her voice echoing sharply off the stone pillars. "I would have rather been—"

"How dare you?!"

The doors of the mansion slammed open, and Himelda Grefo marched out onto the portico, her facade completely shattered into pieces. Her eyes were red-rimmed with tears, and her expensive diamond jewelry clinked erratically against her wrists as she descended the steps, having overheard Jannah’s vicious declaration. She lunged forward, pointing a shaking finger right at Jannah’s face.

"How can you stand there and say something so utterly monstrous when you have just put my son’s life in extreme, fatal danger?!" Himelda shrieked, her voice cracking with fury. "Look at him! He is bleeding through his clothes because of your slum drama! Aren’t you even a single bit remorseful, you ungrateful gutter rat?! You are being completely heartless! This right here is the absolute, definitive reason why you should never be allowed to get married to my son! You are a curse to this lineage!"

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