His Lordship Alexander Kane by Useless Caesar

Alexander froze, and his mind buzzed. He felt completely numb as he recalled his wedding night.

That night, friends and relatives of the Chesire family gathered, and they drowned him with alcohol.

Alexander did not know if they were doing it intentionally, but he was utterly intoxicated. Amid the

pushing and shoving of the crowd, he found himself stumbling into the bridal suite.

In a daze, Alexander experienced that unforgettable wedding night, becoming a true man and

engraving that woman in his memory.

Oddly enough, he had not heard a single sound from her throughout the night.

Alexander assumed that his bride, Zoe, was shy and reserved, hence her silence. However, that was

not the case at all. The woman had a damaged vocal cord, leaving her unable to speak.

The woman was not Zoe after all. It had been Amber all along!

“How daring!”

A thunderous roar interrupted Alexander’s train of thought.

Nearly everyone in the audience looked in their direction and pointed fingers at Alexander, locked

inside the metal cage.

Over a dozen security guards from the dogfighting arena quickly surrounded the metal cage. Each had

a rubber baton at their waist.

The head of the security guards snarled at Alexander. “Do you even know where you stand? How dare

you cause trouble at the Tempest Hound Stadium! Do you even know who runs this place? Do you

know who our boss is?! Surrender now, or—”

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The man’s sentence was cut short as he suddenly screamed.

Alexander sprinted into the group of security guards, and he sent them all flying. The men howled in

agony as they bled profusely and suffered from broken bones.

Chaos instantly erupted in the dogfighting arena.

Thud, thud, thud!

Alexander ignored the chaos around him and strode toward the shattered main gate of the arena as he

held Olive.

“I’ve missed out too much time, letting you and Mommy suffer,” lamented Alexander. “Don’t worry,

Daddy’s back now. With me around, no one can harm you. I’ll make sure those who hurt you suffer

horribly!”

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The second-floor bedroom in Chesire Mansion.

Zoe had just come out of the bathroom and found Herbert Dorvall sitting at the edge of the bed. She

looked at him seductively and said, “Herbert, when will you marry me?”

“There’s no rush!” Herbert lit a cigarette, blew out a puff of smoke, and pulled Zoe into his embrace. He

chuckled. “My aunt has the last say in the Dorvall family. We just need to wait until you’ve finalized your

divorce…”

Herbert seemed to have thought of something and continued, “If it weren’t for that good-for-nothing

Alexander and that brat Olivia, we wouldn’t have all these problems. Let me call and check on the

dogfighting arena. That brat better be dead. Otherwise…”

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“Zoe!”

A thunderous roar suddenly echoed from the mansion’s entrance, shaking the entire building to its

core.

The startled Herbert jumped. He dropped his cigarette onto his thigh, which caused him to yelp in pain.

He had not even bothered to put on any clothes and rushed to the bedroom window, yelling, “Who the

hell is making all that noise out there? I’ll…”

Herbert stopped mid-sentence.

At the mansion’s entrance, Alexander held Olivia tightly, glaring at Herbert as he shouted, “Get dressed

and get out! Don’t let my beloved daughter see your indecency!”

Herbert was stunned, but a grin quickly spread across his face. He assumed it was someone of greater

prestige, but it was none other than Alexander, the Chesire family’s worthless son-in-law!

Zoe was dressed in a silk nightgown, standing at the window and observing the scene at the mansion’s

entrance from a distance. She was shocked when she saw Alexander, but a glimmer of excitement

flickered in her eyes.

Olivia, that brat, was also with him.

Zoe could not help but wonder why Olivia returned with Alexander, especially when Olivia was

supposed to have been torn to shreds by the dogs.

Could Alexander and Olivia have known their true familial relationship?

“I was just thinking about divorcing this worthless guy, and he’s here just in time!” After a brief moment

of surprise, Zoe’s eyes revealed a hint of delight. She quickly held Herbert’s arm and coquettishly

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added, “Herbert, since he’s back, I can proceed with the divorce. From now on, I’ll be all yours!”

Herbert smirked, replying, “Good. Zoe, change your clothes. I’ll accompany you to deal with this

worthless man!”

With that, they changed and walked arm-in-arm toward the entrance.

Outside Chesire Mansion, Alexander held Olivia close, his eyes locked onto the approaching figures.

His expression grew darker by the minute.

Zoe, with her arm linked with Herbert, approached Alexander. She cackled and said, “Not only did you

come back, but you’ve even found this little brat. Not bad! Where’s Vernon and my three Tibetan

Mastiffs? What—”

“Shut up!” Alexander shouted, clenching his fist.

He was burning with anger. He wanted so badly to punch this horrible woman in her face and end her

life before beating her up again to a bloody pulp. However, he could not do it.

This was the woman he married five years ago, the one he obtained a marriage certificate with, shared

a toast, and exchanged vows with.

Throughout the five years of battles and countless restless nights, Alexander yearned for Zoe.

However, she was not the woman he thought she was. Instead, it was actually Amber, Zoe’s cousin!

Zoe was a complete fraud, and that wedding was a grand deception.

He, the invincible Lord of the War, Alexander Kane, had been deceived for five long years by this

woman!

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