His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 796 "Jareth Fairhaven!!!" Edith, with dirt-stained hands, clutched at the man's pant leg, her eyes red with a ghostly malice, filled with venom, "For that bitch, you treatedlike this? Marilla, what is she? I am your own flesh and blood, Jareth! How could you do this to me! You'll die in your boots!" "Yeah, you are my flesh and blood." Jareth's voice was a low rumble, as though blending into the dimness around them, his eyes narrow slits of frost, shimmering with unshed tears, "My own sister, spoiled bysince childhood, yet you've stabbedin the heart tand again for your own selfish desires, tearing apart my happiness with your own hands. If your hatred was directed at me, if I was the only victim, perhaps I could've found it in my heart to forgive you because of our blood ties.

But you've harmed an innocent girl, and that girl happens to be the love of my life. Edith, I've given you too many chances. Each time, I clung to a sliver of hope that you might change your ways.

Yet, I overestimated your conscience. Each tI showed you mercy, you repaidby inflicting even more sinister harm on Marilla." His eyes closed, the redness vanishing. In his mind's eye, he saw again Marilla fighting back against those brutes.

What if she hadn't had the strength to resist, what if she hadn't gambled with her life? The dire state Edith was in now would've been Marilla's fate, even worse, it would've meant losing his beloved forever.

"Jareth, stop trying to justify your betrayal and disloyalty with excuses!" Edith's breaths were ragged, her gaze fixed on him with fury, "That foolish girl has devoured your heart and soul! You're a madman now, a rabid dog under her spell! The biggest regret of my life is being your sister! And not killing that little harlot when I had the chance, making you weep for a lifetime, living with regret for a lifetime!" Jareth half-closed his eyes, looking down at her calmly. Watching her scream furiously, her contorted face turning into a monstrous visage.

"You think lockingup here will avenge that slut? Ha, the police will findsoon enough from under your nose! And Grandpa, Mom, they'll clooking for me. Jareth, you're done for! You're so damn done!" "Grandpa's dead," Jareth, usually so composed, choked on his words as he delivered the news.

Edith's face turned ashen as plaster, her eyes hollow, "What are you saying? Grandpa is dead?" Then she burst into uncontrollable laughter, "Hahaha, Jareth, you're lying, making up such lies to mess with me!" "Is it necessary?" Jareth's eyes, heavy with pain, sank into the shadows, "The day after tomorrow is Grandpa's funeral. Sadly, you won't have the chance to see him one last time." Edith's pupils contracted, panic setting in, "How could this happen?" "Gary killed him; stabbed him three times." Despair clouded Edith's vision, her heart spasming in terror, "No." "You've sided with evil, tried to use Gary to strike atand eliminate Marilla. But in the end, Gary killed the one person in this house who loved you the most. And Dad, he was also killed by him. Back then, the helicopter crash at sea was his doing." Edith was stunned, her entire world seemingly collapsing around her.

"I told you more than once to stay away from Gary, that he might be the one who killed our dad. But you insisted on making a pact with the tiger. Your actions, undoubtedly, made you Gary's accomplice." Jareth suppressed the agony of losing his family, his voice a deep, gravelly echo, "He could kill his own dad without a second thought; do you really think you could survive under his thumb? You followed his orders, kidnapped Marilla, not knowing that a quarrel would benefit the third party. He had set up cameras, capturing your vile actions, and exposed them online. You are nothing more than a pawn he used and after that, discarded at will." As Edith was overwhelmed by the soul-crushing truth, her laughter turned hysterical, her gaze manic, "I was fooled by Gary? Haha. What a joke! I'm not a pawn; he is! Jareth, you're so desperate to manipulatewith morality! Do you think by saying this, I'll buy it and feel guilty towards you? Don't think you can stand on a moral high ground and punish me. I won't fall for that!" Jareth still remained impassive, "I'm giving you one last chance. Apologize to Marilla right now, in front of me. I'll be lenient with you." "Dream on! I'd rather die than bow to that bitch!" Edith spat viciously, defiant as ever.

"Dean." Dean, who had been waiting outside, stepped forward, "Yes, Mr. Fairhaven." "Take Ms. Fairhaven on her final journey." Jareth's pale lips parted, and without a second glance, he turned and walked towards the door.

"Jareth! Where are you sending me? What more are you going to do to me?!" The once defiant Edith suddenly sounded terrified, still too stubborn to beg for mercy; she screamed at his retreating, dark figure, "Have you forgotten the oath you took at our dad's grave?! You swore to cherish me, to protectfor a lifetime! How can you go against that?!" Hearing this, Jareth's heavy steps faltered. A tide of memories surged through him, his heart sinking into a mire of struggle, every part of him weary.

Slowly, he opened his trembling hands. In his youth, these hands had caressed her soft hair, fed her, lifted her high into the air, and held her hand as they ran through amusement parks, laughing joyously.

He was her brother, and early on, he had also played the role of a father, doing everything he could to fill the void of paternal love in her childhood.

And now, these shands were severing the wounded familial bond with bitter resentment. A hot tear fell between his palms.

"The sister I vowed to cherish is not you. You are just a monster, controlled by jealousy and desire, living in a demon's shell." With those words, the man left without hesitation, leaving Edith with a heart drained of all but regret. But she was past the point of no return.

As Jareth stepped out of the dilapidated villa, dusk had settled over the horizon.

Leaning against the hood of his sports car, smoking a cigarette, was Elvis. Spotting Jareth emerge, he flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground and stamped it out with the heel of his boot.

"Elvis, you're still here," Jareth approached, his face utterly devoid of color.

"Where would I go? I was worried you'd do something rash. I'm here on Thaddeus' behalf; gotta keep an eye on you." Elvis let out a forced sigh, trying to lighten the mood, "Well, at least you didn't snap completely." "You think I would've killed her?" Jareth shook his head slowly, "I couldn't take her life. Thad wouldn't want blood on my hands. I don't want to let him down."

Elvis fixed his gaze on him intently, his chin clenching, as if hesitating to speak. "Do you think I'm being too e cruehon my own sister?" Jareth tilted his head slightly, barely containing an emotion teetering on the edge of collapse.

Crossing his arms, Elvis pondered for a moment before responding, "I put myself in your shoes for a second, e thinking if it was Evadne who had been pushed this far. I reckon I'd be even more brutal than you. I'd kill her, and no one could fricking stop me." Jareth's eyelids drooped wearily, "Elvis, for sreason, my heart still feels pain. But I have no regrets." After Edith was taken, the police worked through the night on the case but cup empty-handed. The surveillance at the scene had been hacked, and the two officers hadn't even gotten a good look at the perpetrator before being knocked out by tranquilizer darts.

Edith, a living, breathing person, had vanished into thin air in broad daylight. The next day, the Fairhaven Group called an emergency board meeting. All the directors unanimously voted, and Jareth officially took the reins.

Not yet thirty, he took full control of the Fairhaven Group, becoming the patriarch of the Fairhaven family and the Chairman of the board.

Dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, Jareth sat indifferently at the head of the conference table, receiving applause and congratulations.

He had finally reached the pinnacle of power, with everyone bowing to his authority. But he didn't seem to find any joy in it. What he wanted was never this. At that moment, the conference room doors were Ricked open "object!" Jareth's mother stormed in, eyes bloodshot with fury, railing in front of all the directors, her glare horrible, "Jareth, you cold-hearted, ruthless villain! I am the major shareholder of the Fairhaven Group; I have shares too! I do not approve of you being the head of the Fairhaven family! A man who can persecute his own sister.....of questionable character, selfish and greedy, what right do you have to lead the Fairhaven Group?!" mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1