Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 753

Chapter 753: A gift to treasure rest of the life.

Aiden stopped in his steps at a distance. His gaze flicked briefly to Bryn —a single second of cold acknowledgement —before fixing purposefully on Dafydd.

"Did you give him a good show, Tariq?" he asked evenly.

Tariq straightened at once, his lips curling. "Not yet, Sir. I was on it."

"You can’t make the guest wait, Tariq," Aiden said, his hands tucked into the pockets of his dress pants. Though his words were directed to Tariq, his gaze never left Dafydd. "He has taken a flight just to come here and witness his son suffer the consequences of his audacity. We can’t let him leave ... dissatisfied."

Tariq’s eyes gleamed with barely concealed excitement. "Don’t worry, Sir. I have prepared something good. I am sure he won’t leave disappointed." His glance darted toward Bryn, whose head hung limp, his body on the verge of collapse. "Shall I continue? Otherwise, we might have to wait for him to wake up."

Aiden tilted his head, about to nod, but Dafydd snapped before he could answer. His voice thundered, strained with both desperation and rage.

"Shut up ... just shut up!"

He turned his blazing glare toward Aiden. "What do you think you are doing?"

Aiden arched his brows, his expression calm, almost mocking. "I thought you knew what this was all about?"

Dafydd gritted. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Of course, he knew what he was doing. And he also knew why.

His tone grew harsher, impatient. "End this madness, Aiden. He is your brother and —"

"Brother?" Aiden’s interruption cut through like a blade —sharp and dismissive. His lips twisted into a cold smirk. "I don’t recall my mother giving birth to a second child after having me."

Dafydd frowned, his face darkening. "That doesn’t matter. As long as you recognize me as your father, Bryn remains your brother. And this —" he gestured fiercely towards Bryn’s bloodied form — "this is not how one treats his close kin."

"Recognize you as my father?" Aiden chuckled, the sound low and dangerous, chilling the very air. The darkness in it made Dafydd’s frown deepen.

"Aiden!!" Dafydd barked his name in warning.

But Aiden only stepped forward, intimidating with his very presence. "Just because I am letting you stand here and speak doesn’t mean you have earned the right. Don’t overstep, Dafydd. Measure your words before you dare to present them to me."

Dafydd’s body trembled with fury, but his gaze was pulled again to Bryn as the boy whimpered, his pain and suffering cutting him deeper than any blade.

"You don’t take him as your brother, fine. But ..." Dafydd pointed a trembling finger at Bryn. "He is still a Winslow. Bryn Winslow —a part of this family. And as the future patriarch of the Winslow household, you should know better than this. You should know how to forgive. He is still a kid —"

"Family?" Aiden’s voice cracked through Dafydd’s plea, dark and edged with mockery. He repeated the word as though it were a joke, his laughter hollow and bone-chilling.

Dafydd froze, unsettled by the sound. His brows knitted tighter as he tried to grasp the meaning behind that laughter.

"Since when ..." Aiden’s voice dropped, each syllable sharp and deliberate, "did the Winslows ever become my family?"

The words hung in the air like a curse.

Silence fell, and Dafydd frowned at it. "It’s not your family?" His tone mocked, desperate to provoke. "If it isn’t, how come you never refused taking its charge?"

"Why should I?" Aiden replied as if it were the simplest truth in the world. "I never considered anyone in the Winslow tree as my family. But why should I refuse the power —the power you are so desperately after? Isn’t it because of this power, you betrayed my mother?"

The words hit like a thunderclap.

Dafydd stiffened as he saw Aiden’s gaze darkening shade after shade.

"I never craved for the title of any household’s patriarch." Aiden continued, his voice sharp and cutting. "To me, it’s just a way to get back at you. To make you see that no matter how low you stoop, you won’t have what you have always craved. Power. Authority. Reputation. I won’t let you have any of it."

Dafydd’s composure cracked. His jaws tightened, but before he could speak anything on that, Bryn’s whimper caught him.

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