Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

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Emmanuel yanked Teddy up like a ragdoll, his grip unrelenting. His eyes burned with cold fury. His voice was ice.

“You really think a few threats will makehesitate? You're dead wrong.”

His fist clenched, ready to finish it.

“Wait! Hold on!” Teddy's earlier bravado shattered. Sweat dripped down his temple as panic set in. “I'm not

bluffing! | control private militias and armed forces-if | die, there's no one to rein them in. Chanaca will be thrown

into chaos!”

As he lay on the brink of death, his voice held a rare trace of sincerity. His expression, stripped of pretense,

suggested he wasn’t lying.

Emmanuel hesitated for a fraction of a second. He didn’t fear sscattered rogue groups, but an uncontrolled

power vacuum? That could lead to disaster. Innocent people would pay the price.

“Fine, you get one last chance. Tellthe real reason you started the war five years ago. No lies. No excuses,”

he warned, voice measured.

Teddy let out a weak chuckle, stained with blood. “You already know, don’t you?”

His voice carried a sick sort of pride as he went on, “War was the only way to reclaim Chanaca’s lost land. Only

then would the southern islands be ours again. Your so-called conservative leaders? Weaklings. If it were up to

them, Chanaea would keep retreating until nothing was left.”

Emmanuel’s jaw clenched. “You really expectto buy that?”

He wasn’t Jane, easily swayed by flowery speeches. He had been in the trenches, fought on the frontlines, and

seen the cost of war firsthand. He knew better than anyone how the world operated.

He retorted, “You pushed Chanaea into a fight it wasn’t ready for. We weren't strong enough to break through

the island blockade five years ago. Even if we had won, the economic collapse would have set us back by

decades!”

He took a step closer, his voice razor-sharp. “And who benefits from that? Westeria and the Eagle Nation. They

wanted Chanaea crippled, afraid that in a few years, they wouldn't be able to keep us down. But here's the

truth-Chanaea didn’t avoid war out of fear or weakness. It

was a calculated move, the strategy of a nation that knew when to fight and when to bide its time.”

Teddy's smirk faltered for the first time. He knew his polished words could fool the uninformed and sway the

masses, but against someone who had lived and breathed war strategy? It was laughable.

Emmanuel pressed on, “Who's really behind you? Letguess-a major player in Westeria? You were never

fighting for Chanaea. You were just a tool. You sold your own country out for power, so cut the act.”

Teddy chuckled, shaking his head. “Sharp as ever, Emmanuel.”

There was no point in keeping up the act anymore. Emmanuel had peeled back every layer of his deception,

exposing him utterly. With his body battered and his mind fraying, the secrets he had guarded for years could no

longer stay buried.

A twisted smirk played on his bloodied lips. “Yeah. My master? He's not one of us. He's from the Eagle Nation.

The Five Sages? We don’t just work for him-we serve him. Each of us is positioned in key nations, pulling the

strings behind the scenes, controlling governments like puppets.”

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He continued, “We are the real power in this world. The Holy Trinity is nothing compared to us. If you kill me,

they won't just cfor you. They'll cfor everyone you hold dear.”

Teddy's eyes gleamed with misplaced arrogance, a twisted sense of devotion gleaming within them. His belief in

his master and the Eagle Nation was absolute-an unshakable conviction that they were untouchable, the true

architects of global power. In his mind, they weren't just another force; they were the ones who pulled the

strings, the unseen rulers of the world.

Emmanuel didn’t flinch. Instead, he pulled out his phone and turned the screen toward Teddy.

A recording. Every word was captured.

Teddy's smug expression cracked, a flicker of realization crossing his face. He had been played. Emmanuel had

baited him, and he had fallen for it.

Emmanuel snapped, “Teddy, your scare tactics won't work on me. I'm not sspineless coward, nor are the

people of Chanaea! You really think we'd bow to you? To Westeria?”

He let out a low, humorless laugh. “You think we're afraid? No. We'll rip your so-called power structure apart,

piece by piece.”

Teddy's breath hitched. Words failed him. He simply stared at Emmanuel, his usual arrogance slipping into

something closer to fear.

Emmanuel stepped forward, voice steady and final. “Now, I'm sending you to meet my fallen brothers.”

Teddy's lips parted, desperation creeping into his eyes. “Emmanuel, you can’t kill me! You wouldn't dare! If you

do, you-”

“Enough!” Emmanuel’s patience was shattered.

Boom! A brutal punch snapped Teddy’s head back. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he staggered.

Yet, Emmanuel didn’t end him with one blow.

No, that would be too easy.

This wasn’t just execution.

This was justice-delivered one devastating punch at a time.

Emmanuel’s words cut deep, each syllable laced with venom. “You killed so many. You ruined lives. And you still

think I won't kill you? That | don’t dare?” His glare was unyielding, burning into Teddy like fire-searing flesh.

“You Westerian dogs act like you rule the world like you're untouchable. You think Chanaea will bow? That we'll

kneel at your feet?”

A sharp, humorless laugh escaped him. “Bah! You're nothing but a parasite. A pathetic, power-hungry b*stard

who doesn’t deserve another breath!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Emmanuel’s fists crashed into Teddy's ribs, harder with each blow. Blood splattered the ground, the scent of

iron thick in the air.

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Teddy's body convulsed under the force. He wished for death-anything to end the agony. However, Emmanuel

wasn't granting him that mercy,

The once-mighty man who manipulated nations, who thought himself untouchable, was now nothing.

Just another dead man walking.

“Commander Lowe!” Aurora’s voice pierced through the haze of vengeance, her soft hand wrapping around his

wrist.

Only then did Emmanuel snap out of his vengeful trance. With a sharp exhale, he let go, allowing Teddy's lifeless

body to collapse onto the ground like discarded waste.

He lifted his gaze to the sky, his voice steady but laced with emotion. “Wolf Warriors... I've avenged you.”

Aurora swallowed hard, her throat tightening. Her vision blurred as tears welled in her eyes, the weight of

everything settling in.

Elsewhere, Gautier limped toward a waiting car, dragging his injured leg.

Luckily for him, it was the left leg-enough to slow him down but not enough to stop him. He slumped into the

driver's seat, wincing as he started the engine and sped off.

Back in Zovince, he finally pulled out his phone. A document lit up the screen-Teddy’s official inheritance,

stamped with his fingerprint.

A slow, triumphant grin spread across his face. Losing a leg? A small price to pay. | now own everything Teddy

left behind-the properties, the assets, the networks.

He chuckled darkly. “Mackenzie. Emmanuel. You think this is over? Just wait. I'll rebuild. I'll cback stronger.”

His grin twisted into something sinister. “And Emmanuel... I'll take everything from you. Your power. Your home.

Even your wife and children.”

A manic laugh filled the car as he gripped the wheel tighter.

Before long, he started reaching out to Teddy's loyalists, setting his next plan in motion. He would spin the

perfect lie-paint himself as the devoted disciple who risked his life trying to save his master. With the right

words, their loyalty would be his.

Meanwhile, Aora groaned, his head pounding like a drum.

He tried to sit up-pain flared through his body. That b*stard Gautier had left him here, broken and abandoned,

not even bothering to patch him up.

Grinding his teeth, he forced himself upright. His limbs felt like lead, every movement sending fresh waves of

agony through him, but he pushed on.

“Mr. Tanner!” His voice cout rough, almost a whisper.

Stumbling forward, he scanned the area, dread coiling in his gut.

Then, he saw it.

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His breath hitched.

Teddy... or what was left of him.

Aora froze. His stomach twisted. The man he had followed and trusted was nothing more than a head corpse

lying in the dirt.

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