Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 691

Chapter 691 Blood and Fire

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Draven’s face was stone cold. “Feel free to ask Garrett whether he thinks he can take the children from me.”

The words landed like a physical weight. Garrett studied the man and arrived at an uncomfortable conclusion-Draven was genuinely unhinged.

Insults bounced off him without leaving a mark. There was no satisfaction in it, only a deepening sense of futility. A man with no weak points wasn’t an opponent; he was a wall.

Garrett had genuinely given up. He glanced over at Troy, wondering if Troy still had anything left to push with.

He probably didn’t.

Troy’s face had gone a shade past pale. He knew. Still, he pulled out his phone and sent a message, then shoved it back into his pocket and let his hand fall to his side, knuckles white.

“Draven.” Troy’s voice was quiet in a deliberate way. “We both know everything you’ve done has been about getting Ayla back. So tell me, if I put her under house arrest on my property right now, do you honestly think you could reach her?”

Something shifted in Draven’s eyes. The stillness cracked, just slightly, and what showed through was unmistakably dangerous.

Since learning that Ayla despised being watched, he’d pulled his surveillance team. He’d been waiting for her to return from her business trip before telling her everything about the children. He had assumed Troy wanted her affection enough to avoid crossing lines she wouldn’t forgive.

House arrest hadn’t entered the calculation.

Draven’s fury climbed dangerously. He snapped, “What did you do to her?”

The words landed like ice water. Draven had actually lost his temper:

Garrett felt a reluctant surge of respect for Troy. He’d thought Draven was untouchable, and yet Troy had found the crack. These two brothers were something else entirely.

Troy’s smile was thin and ugly. “Ayla married me. She’ll always be mine. You’re nothing but a bastard who was never supposed to exist, and you will never take her from me.”

Draven drew his gun and shot Troy in the leg.

He’d held himself in check too long. Once the control broke, he stopped caring about consequences.

It happened fast.

Troy felt the impact before he understood it. A burst of white pain, then blood spreading across his trousers, vivid and immediate. His body tilted. His legs gave out.

He looked down, then up at Draven, and something cracked open inside him that he hadn’t expected. The rage was still there, but beneath it came grief, shapeless and humiliating, and his eyes went red before he could stop them. He sank to his knees.

Draven crossed to him in three steps, faster than the bodyguards, and grabbed him by the collar. His face was fury distilled to its purest form. “What did you do to Ayla?”

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Chapter 691 Blood and Fire

Troy laughed. Genuinely, openly laughed.

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Then in one motion he drove a knife into Draven’s thigh. Same leg, same placement, deep and deliberate. The wound was serious.

Garrett, who had spent years cultivating patience and spiritual equanimity in the social circles that prided themselves on both, stared at the two of them on the ground and said, with great feeling, “What the actual f—”

He was moving to intervene when a car engine tore through the night. Whoever was driving knew exactly what they were doing. That kind of speed belonged on a track, not a city street.

The sports car stopped beside them with controlled precision, one tire leaving a faint streak of burned rubber. The door swung open.

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