Chapter 2 - Lethal Composure
The room remained dead quiet except for the crackle of the wood-burning fireplace. Bellamy smirked, resting her hands on her hips, convinced that her outburst had firmly established her dominance over the entire household. She expected Lorna to burst into tears and flee the room, just as she had done so many times before.
Instead, a chair slowly slid backward against the hardwood floor.
Byron stood up. Dressed in an immaculate three-piece grey suit, his short dark hair combed back, the thirty-four-year-old CEO exuded an aura of absolute danger. His stern, handsome face showed no outward trace of panic—only a cold, lethal composure that made the surrounding relatives hold their breath.
He walked around the long mahogany table with slow, deliberate steps. He didn't yell. He didn't raise his fist. He simply walked until he reached his mother's side.
Byron gently placed a firm, protective hand on Lorna’s trembling shoulder, feeling the deep shudder that ran through her elderly frame. His dark eyes locked onto Bellamy with a sharp, piercing intensity that caused the arrogance on her face to flicker for a fraction of a second.
"Don't you ever speak to my mother like that again," Byron said, his voice dropping to an icy, dangerous calm that cut straight through the heavy silence of the room.
Bellamy scoffed, trying to regain her composure, though her fingers twitched against her gown. "Oh, please, Byron! She’s been interfering with our life for months! Someone had to set boundaries in our home!"
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Byron didn't argue. Instead, he slowly turned his head toward the marble sideboard standing near the grand fireplace.
👉 What hidden item resting on the sideboard is about to change everything for Bellamy?
