Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: An Unsolvable Puzzle

The rhythmic hiss of a high-tech portable ventilator was the only sound cutting through the suffocating silence of the room. Dorrent had bypassed every standard medical protocol, forcefully transferring Jannah from the vulnerable corridors of the Upper District Hospital to the absolute security of his personal home care setup within the East Wing. She lay perfectly still beneath the silk sheets, her pale face completely drained of color, but her chest rose and fell in a shallow, steady rhythm that proved her resilient omega biology was stubbornly clinging to life.

Standing on the opposite side of the bed, Shadron adjusted his premium designer cuffs, his sharp eyes locked onto the motionless girl. He leaned forward slightly, studying the soft, delicate curve of her jawline and the dark eyelashes resting against her porcelain skin.

"I have to admit, Dorrent... now that I am seeing her up close like this, I entirely see why you have become so insanely possessive of her," Shadron murmured, his voice a low, analytical drawl. He crossed his arms, shaking his head in a mixture of fascination and disbelief. "She is absolutely stunning, even while looking half-dead. She has this pure, incredibly innocent look on her face that makes a man want to either fiercely protect her or completely break her to pieces. She doesn’t look like a slum rat at all."

"Shut your damn mouth, Shadron," Dorrent cursed him, his voice a dangerous, sub-zero growl that instantly vibrated with an aggressive wave of winter-frost pheromones. He didn’t lift his eyes from Jannah’s pale forehead, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists in his pockets. "Keep your pathetic commentary away from her. If you came here just to drool over her, I will have security throw you off the balcony before you can take another breath."

Shadron raised his hands in a brief, mocking gesture of surrender, though his expression quickly shifted into a deeply serious, calculating line. He stepped away from the monitoring equipment, looking at his billionaire friend’s rigid profile. "Alright, fine. Let’s speak about the logistics of this disaster. What exactly are you planning to do now? Do you plan on looking through whoever orchestrated that hit on the road, and what the hell was their actual motive for opening fire on your vehicle?"

"I don’t need to look very far," Dorrent stated, his jaw tightening until a sharp muscle twitched aggressively against his cheek. His silver eyes darkened into a freezing, storm-like void. "I already have a highly precise clue on exactly who the culprits were. Jannah is Damian Boren’s girlfriend. I caught them myself in the lower sector, and she admitted it to my face. Since that gutter-doctor’s father happens to be the literal Mafia God of the criminal underground, Damian probably ran straight to him, sought for his brutal help to eliminate me from the picture, and the hitmen simply botched the assignment."

The exact millisecond the name left Dorrent’s lips, Shadron’s entire posture went completely, paralyzingly rigid. His eyes widened in absolute, genuine shock as he took a sudden step backward, his face turning pale.

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