Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229: A Heart Betrayed

Without another word, Dorrent stepped into the driver’s seat, slammed the door shut, and started the engine. He violently spun the steering wheel, turning the sports car around on the road and accelerating back toward the city.

"What a completely ruined date," Dorrent grumbled low under his breath, leaning back against the seat.

Silence hung heavily inside the vehicle for several long minutes, broken only by the steady hum of the engine. Jannah sat tightly curled in her seat, her mind racing in chaos as she processed Damian’s words.

"What evidence does Damian actually have that proves your innocence?" Jannah asked softly, her voice breaking the quiet cabin. "How do I know he wasn’t just lying?"

At that exact moment, a sharp chime echoed through the car as Dorrent’s phone rang on the dashboard mount. A incoming file notification popped up on the center console screen—a video file sent from Damian’s line.

Dorrent tapped the screen, playing the footage.

The clear video showed an internal security feed from nine years ago inside the Boren manor’s kitchen. It clearly captured Enock surreptitiously emptying a glass bottle of white powder directly into a steaming bowl of soup meant for a young Dorrent Grefo.

Jannah stared at the glowing screen, her breath hitching in her throat as the final piece of the terrifying puzzle locked into place. Her parents hadn’t been targeted by a random monster—they had been murdered as collateral damage in a sickening, calculated war engineered by Bellero Boren.

Yet, despite the truth, an unbearable ache tore through her chest. Tears overflowed, cascading down her cheeks as she looked at Dorrent’s sharp side profile.

"It still doesn’t change the fact..." Jannah whispered, her voice choking on a heavy sob, "...that you were the one who physically took their lives. You were still the murderer."

Dorrent didn’t turn his head. He kept his silver eyes locked dead onto the dark ahead, his grip on the steering wheel tightening until his knuckles turned white.

"I know," Dorrent answered softly.

Dorrent’s voice stayed quiet, but it carried a heavy, unshakeable weight that seemed to vibrate straight into the seats. "I know it will take time for you to heal and accept me, Jannah," he said, keeping his eyes on the stretch of empty asphalt ahead. "I am not trying to hurry you up. You can take all the time you need."

Jannah squeezed her eyes shut, a fresh tear cutting a burning path down her damp cheek. "I wish it were that simple," she choked out, her voice barely audible over the purr of the engine. "I’m just... so confused."

Dorrent’s gaze flicked toward her, his jaw tightening slightly. "What are you confused about?"

Jannah didn’t answer. She pulled her knees slightly inward, burying her face into her trembling hands. The silence inside the car stretched out with unspoken agony.

"Talk to me, little physician," Dorrent commanded softly, though the usual sharpness in his tone was completely gone, replaced by a low, almost desperate patience. "You can say anything to me. Just don’t shut down."

"I am terrified of my own heart betraying me!" Jannah burst out, her chest heaving as she finally snapped under the weight of her own thoughts. She wiped her face frantically with the back of her sleeves, but the tears wouldn’t stop. "As much as I’ve been trying to avoid it—as much as I swore I would keep my distance—it feels like my heart is so weak! It’s so easy to bend!"

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