The Tyrant's Stolen Bride-Chapter 105: Shadows of Ambition

On the day Camela was taken into custody, Ferro and Veyona had no idea what had happened.

Since learning they were going to become grandparents, they had spent countless afternoons together, wandering the baby boutiques of the city’s most exclusive shopping districts.

They lingered over hand stitched garments, delicate cashmere blankets, and heirloom quality essentials, imagining the little life that would soon join their family.

Even the atmosphere at Volkhan’s mansion had begun to change. Ferro had renovated a special room, preparing it meticulously for his future grandchild, as if every detail mattered.

And during the same months, Kiera gradually disappeared from their sight. The couple’s constant behavior irritated her more and more, prompting her to keep her distance. Most of her time was spent at the brothel, where she sought temporary indulgence to relieve her stress.

Even so, a stubborn part of her refused to abandon her plans. In secret, she hired a spy to monitor the happenings inside the Cortez mansion. The man she had hired arrived in person, bringing the message with him.

They sat in a private room, the heavy bass from the main floor still thudding faintly even after the door had been shut tight.

"Dante isn’t living with his wife anymore. I’m sure it’s permanent because the mansion was suddenly emptied, and all the maids were let go. He’s still in Mistvale, but he’s living alone now."

He set a stack of photographs on the table and slid them over to Kiera.

"What is this?" she asked.

"His wife was arrested by the police and taken back to Mistvale," he explained, pressing his lips together, afraid his answer wouldn’t satisfy her.

He had no clear leads yet and would need more time to dig up information, but the time Kiera had given him had already expired.

Kiera studied the photographs one by one. They showed Camela being escorted in handcuffs, her head lowered as she was led off a plane that had just landed in Mistvale.

Kiera frowned. The images told only half the story.

"What happened to her, actually?" Kiera asked, puzzled.

"That’s... I still haven’t figured out the reason. I’ll keep investigating after this."

Kiera’s expression hardened as she flung the photographs, sending them sliding toward the man across from her.

"Idiot." She rose from her seat, walked up behind him, and leaned close to his ear.

"How dare you come to me with half baked information? Make sure everything is verified and come back here immediately. Go!"

"Yes, ma’am."

The man stood at once, hastily grabbing his things and fumbling for the doorknob before leaving the room.

Kiera sank back into the sofa and pinched the bridge of her nose, irritation tightening her chest.

Gio appeared in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. A faint smile curved his lips as he took in Kiera’s miserable state.

"Here we go with the stress again?"

He raised his brows in mockery. "You should be enjoying your old age, not stressing yourself out."

"If you’re here to mock me, you can leave." Kiera shot him a sharp glare.

If he had agreed to step in, she wouldn’t have had to rely on an unreliable investigator.

"Tsk. Fine." He lifted his hands in surrender and walked away.

Kiera snorted and ignored him.

She was stressed by the half baked information, her thoughts racing as she tried to piece together everything that had happened between Dante and his wife.

Why would Dante allow his wife to be taken by the police?

What trouble had Camela caused for him to ignore her completely?

She was carrying his child. Didn’t he care what might happen to the baby?

Yet the emptied mansion suggested separation. Perhaps after living under the same roof, one of them had finally reached their limit.

A possibility crossed her mind. Perhaps Dante had a mistress who was also pregnant. Camela might have tried to harm the second unborn child and fled, only to be caught in the end.

Kiera rubbed her chin. The theory made sense to her, but her expression darkened.

If there really was another woman carrying Dante’s child, it would complicate her plans.

"Tsk..." She pressed her fingers to her temple. The more she thought, the worse the headache became.

Maybe it was time to stop guessing. Maybe she should go to Mistvale and see for herself.

"Mm... Mistvale..." she murmured under her breath, thinking of the place she had once called home as someone’s wife.

She stood and walked to the drawer, pulling it open to retrieve a small box.

She slumped back into her seat and placed the box on her lap, opening it carefully.

Inside were gifts Harold had once given her, along with photographs of the two of them from their younger days.

She stared at the intimate photographs, where his hand rested on her waist, remembering how blissful they had been before everything fell apart.

She snorted. "You idiot. That marriage was your biggest mistake." The bitterness slipped from her tongue.

Deep in her heart, the resentment still lingered, even though she had already made Harold pay for daring to choose someone else, for building a family that did not include her.

She placed everything back into the box and returned it to the drawer. She grabbed her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and left the room.

"Hey, where are you going?" Gio called, striding toward her.

She spun around and crossed her arms. "Why? Do you care where I go?"

"No, just asking. I’m afraid this might be the last time I see you here," Gio teased, which only made her angrier.

She shoved him, sending him staggering back.

"Wow... relax."

He steadied himself, hands on his hips, and locked eyes with her.

"I’m just telling you the truth, Kiera. You’re acting out of line. As a friend, I keep reminding you to lay low and forget the past, but you’re stubborn."

Kiera narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth. He really had no intention of supporting her anymore.

"I know exactly what I’m doing. When I reach the pinnacle of success, you’ll be the first to crawl to me for my wealth. Just watch, Gio. Everything will unfold exactly the way I want."

She spat out her words and walked away. Gio rubbed his back and sighed before returning to his station to continue working.

Kiera got into her car and pulled onto the road, heading straight for Volkhan’s mansion. Its towering gates came into view after an hour’s drive.