My Billionaire king 246

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08:38 Tue, 4 Mar NNN

Chapter 246

-Ava’s POV-

“I’m sorry.

I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry.” My voice trembled as I backed away, but I knew it was futile.

It didn’t matter how far I tried to run, how many times I attempted to escape. He would always catch me. Always.

And, as expected, in the next instant, 1 was slammed against the wall.

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The impact sent a sharp pain shooting down my spine, knocking the breath from my lungs. Before I could regain my footing, Dylan was already in my face, his breath hot, reeking of anger. His eyes, dark and merciless, bore into mine, “You’re sorry?” He snarled.

His hands wrapped around my throat, squeezing.

Tighter.

I couldn’t breathe. My hands clawed at his grip, my nails digging into his skin, but it was useless. My vision blurred, black dots creeping in at the edges. A wheezing gasp escaped me as I tried to force out words, any words.

“Dylan… please…”

For a terrifying moment, I thought he was actually going to do it this time. That he would keep squeezing until there was nothing left of me but a lifeless, broken doll.

But then, just as suddenly, he let go.

I collapsed to the ground, my hands clutching my throat as I gasped, trying to force air back into my lungs. My entire body chest burned. I coughed, choking on the taste of fear, of helplessness, of all the things I would never be able

trembled my

to say.

Dylan stepped back, watching me with cold detachment, as if he were disappointed I was still alive. Then, without warning, he turned and disappeared through the door.

For a moment, I thought it was over. That maybe–just maybe–he was done for the day.

But seconds later, he returned.

He tossed a file onto the floor beside me, the pages spilling out across the cold, unforgiving ground.

“The Alpha King just announced he’s opening a spot for a single alliance,” Dylan said, his voice eerily calm now, “Go through

it. Make sure you write a damn good proposal that will guarantee my pack gets that alliance.”

I barely had time to process his words before he crouched down, gripping my chin between his fingers and forcing me to

look at him.

His nails dug into my skin.

“And one more thing,” He murmured, his voice dropping to something even colder, deadlier, “If you ever so much as question my authority again, I will kill you.”

Then, just as quickly, he was gone.

The door slammed shut behind him, the sound reverberating through the empty room.

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For a moment, I couldn’t move.

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I stayed there, my body curled in on itself, my breath still coming in ragged, uneven gasps. My fingers trembled as I reached out for the file, my vision still blurred with tears.

I knew he would be back to check.

I knew that if I wasn’t finished in time, he’d have another excuse to hurt me.

So I did what I had always done. I wiped my tears away, forced my hands to steady, and opened the folder and the first thing I saw was the Alpha King’s name in bold, black letters.

Grayson Blackwood.

My breath caught.

I stared at the name, transfixed, my mind blank.

Grayson Blackwood. The entire realm knew his name.

They knew of his power. His ruthlessness. His cold, unyielding nature. My parents had despised his lineage, had refused to even acknowledge his existence, had always warned me to stay far away from anything related to him.

And I had obeyed so I had never met him or seen him.

Because I was Ava Lilian Pierce–the perfect daughter. The one who always did as she was told. The one who upheld the family’s reputation. The one who smiled in public even when she was breaking inside.

But as I stared at his name on the page, something inside me shifted.

Grayson Blackwood was the most powerful man in the realm. His word was absolute.

If I could get him to come here… if I could make him listen to me…

Then maybe–just maybe he could end this.

Maybe Grayson Blackwood could be my salvation.

And even though I had no idea what I was walking into, Grayson Blackwood was my salvation.

I didn’t know that when I fell at his feet, begging for his help, he wouldn’t turn me away.

I didn’t know he would offer me a contract.

That he would change my life forever.

That I would learn how to fight.

That he would teach me how to be

strong.

That I would fall hopelessly, irrevocably in love with him.

That he would become the father of my children.

That he would become my world.

And I never–never–would have imagined that after all of that…

I would be placing flowers at his grave.

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The cold wind bit at my skin as I knelt before the tombstone, my fingers tightening around the bouquet of white lilies in my hands.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t do this.

Grayson Blackwood.

His name was carved into the stone, bold and unforgiving–just like he had been.

But he wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to be gone.

This wasn’t how our story was supposed to end.

The tears came before I could stop them, hot and silent, sliding down my cheeks as my entire body trembled. My legs gave out beneath me, and I collapsed onto the damp earth, my hands pressing against the ground as if I could somehow reach him, somehow bring him back.

I let out a broken sob, my shoulders shaking as grief consumed me.

“This can’t be it,” I whispered. “This can’t be how it ends.”

But it was.

We had lost.

Despite everything, Damien had escaped, and my father–Goddess, my father–was never going to wake up.

Even though the spell he had been under had somehow protected his heart from being fully destroyed, it didn’t matter. He -would never open his eyes again.

And my mother–my strong, untouchable, never–showing–emotions mother–had broken the moment she realized it.

She had cried. Uncontrollably. And that was the first time I realized that she actually did love him. She actually did love my father.

This was supposed to be the part in the story where the director yelled cut, where Grayson walked out of the shadows and we would go back to our life–our real life–where he wasn’t a king, and I wasn’t broken.

We were just normal people playing parts in a story but we loved each other still.

“…Right?”

I waited.

Waited for someone–anyone–to call cut.

Waited for the illusion to shatter, for this nightmare to end.

Waited for him.

But all that answered me was the howling wind and the weight of silence pressing down on my chest like a vice.

I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing back another sob, gripping the bouquet so tightly the stems snapped between my fingers. I wasn’t ready. I would never be ready.