Chapter 80 Wed

Chapter 80 Wed
Chapter 80: Wed

The warehouse was silent except for the sound of chains dragging against concrete.

Victor Callaghan sat restrained against a steel pillar in the middle of the room, his breathing ragged and uneven after hours of struggling. Blood stained the collar of his once-expensive shirt while bruises darkened across his face and knuckles. One side of his mouth was split open badly enough that fresh blood still dripped down his chin whenever he spoke.

But even in that condition, his pride remained intact.

The moment Theodore stepped inside, Victor’s head snapped upward violently.

“You ungrateful bastard!” he roared, jerking hard against the chains. “I raised you in my fucking house! Fed you! Paid for your life! And this is how you repay me?”

Theodore closed the warehouse doors behind him calmly.

His expression remained unreadable as he walked further inside, polished shoes echoing slowly against the concrete floor.

Victor laughed bitterly at the sight of him.

“What?” he spat. “You came here to play king now? You think sitting with criminals makes you powerful?”

Theodore stopped a few feet away from him.

For several seconds, he said nothing.

That silence slowly began irritating Victor far more than any response could have.

“Answer me!” Victor shouted.

Theodore finally looked at him directly.

Then quietly, he asked...

“Do you remember Dianna’s father?”

Victor’s face stiffened almost instantly which Theodore noticed.

And that alone confirmed everything.

A cold smile slowly formed on Theodore’s lips, though there was nothing warm in it.

“So you do remember him.”

Victor’s jaw tightened.

“You came here to talk about a dead man?”

“No,” Theodore answered calmly. “I came here because of the people you killed while pretending your hands stayed clean.”

Victor scoffed loudly.

“Oh please. Don’t act morally superior now."

Theodore ignored the comment entirely.

“You destroyed an entire family because you couldn’t keep your hands off another man’s wife.”

Victor’s expression darkened immediately.

“That woman chose me.”

“And her husband died because of it.”

“That weak bastard killed himself,” Victor snapped harshly. “That had nothing to do with me.”

Theodore moved before Victor even finished speaking.

The punch landed so hard Victor’s head snapped violently to the side.

The chains rattled loudly through the warehouse.

For a moment, everything went silent except for Victor’s strained breathing.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the concrete floor as he slowly lifted his head again in disbelief.

Theodore stood over him breathing evenly, but something in his face had changed completely.

Cold.

Sharp.

Dangerous.

“That weak bastard,” Theodore repeated quietly. “Loved his wife enough to chase after her.”

Victor’s expression tightened faintly.

“And you ran him over with your fucking car.”

Victor flinched in shock.

And Theodore saw it immediately.

His eyes darkened further.

“You think I wouldn’t find out?” Theodore asked with a quiet sneer.

Victor’s breathing became uneven.

“That accident was covered years ago,” Victor hissed quickly. “There was no proof.”

Theodore laughed softly under his breath.

“You really thought money buried everything.”

Victor jerked against the chains again.

Theodore stared at him in disgust.

“All these years,” he said quietly, “Dianna grieved for her parents’ death. But it turns out her father was the only one who died." He paused. "Her own mother faked her death just to be with you.”

Theodore’s expression remained cold.

“You,” he continued, looking back at Victor, “the man responsible for everything, sat comfortably for years pretending to be respectable.”

Victor suddenly snapped his head back up furiously.

“You know nothing about what happened between us!”

“Oh, I know enough.”

Theodore took another slow step forward.

“I know Dianna spent years visiting two graves instead of one.”

His jaw tightened visibly.

“I know she cried herself to sleep wondering why both her parents abandoned her.”

“And all this time,” Theodore continued quietly, “her mother was alive. Living comfortably beside the man who killed her husband.”

Victor’s face darkened violently.

“That man was unstable long before us!”

Theodore laughed softly under his breath.

But the sound carried no amusement.

“Do you hear yourself?” he asked. “You still refuse to take responsibility for anything.”

Victor jerked hard against the chains again.

“I love her!”

“And because of that love, you destroyed an entire family.”

Theodore’s gaze lowered briefly before returning to Victor again, darker this time.

“And that woman,” he said coldly, “is your stepsister.”

Theodore looked at Victor like he was staring at something rotten.

“You are one disgusting old man,” he said flatly.

Victor’s expression twisted instantly into rage.

“She is not blood-related to me!”

“But she grew up calling your father her father too.”

Victor immediately fell silent.

That silence alone made Theodore’s disgust deepen further.

“You hid her away for years because even you knew how filthy it looked,” Theodore continued. “Then you let her fake her death and abandon her own daughter just so the two of you could continue pretending your relationship was normal.”

“You know what I think?” Theodore said quietly.

Victor slowly lifted his head to look at him again.

Theodore held his gaze for a few seconds before a faint smile slowly formed on his lips.

“I think…” Theodore said softly, “since both of you love each other so much… I should grant your wish.”

Victor frowned immediately.

Before he could speak, the warehouse doors opened again.

Two men entered, dragging a woman between them.

Her wrists were tightly bound, her expensive heels scraping loudly against the concrete floor as she struggled desperately to free herself.

The moment she saw Victor chained and bloodied in the center of the warehouse, her face lost all color.

“Victor!” she cried out hysterically. “Oh my God, Victor!”

She tried running toward him, but one of Theodore’s men shoved her harshly onto the floor before she could even take two steps.

She gasped painfully as her knees slammed against the concrete.

Victor immediately jerked violently against the chains.

“Don’t touch her!” he roared.

Theodore merely watched them silently for a moment.

Then slowly, he smiled.

“Hello…” he said calmly, eyes settling on the trembling woman. “Dianna’s mother.”

The woman visibly flinched at the way he addressed her.

Theodore walked toward her slowly, polished shoes echoing through the warehouse while she shrank back instinctively.

“You know,” he murmured thoughtfully, “I spent a long time wondering what kind of mother could leave her child behind that easily.”

Tears immediately filled her eyes.

“It wasn’t like that—”

“Quiet.”

The single word silenced her instantly.

Theodore crouched slightly in front of her, his expression almost pleasant despite the darkness in his eyes.

“I’d like to have you wed today.”

Both Victor and the woman froze.

“What?” she whispered shakily.

Theodore suddenly clapped his hands once, the sharp sound echoing loudly through the warehouse.

“Yes,” he continued lightly. “A wedding.”

Victor stared at him in disbelief.

“Theodore,” he said carefully, “what the hell are you talking about?”

Theodore looked genuinely amused by the question.