Chapter 92

"Let me go."

Steven's grip tightened on Lucie's arm, but before he could pull her away, Elio stepped in, grabbing Steven's wrist. "Didn't you hear her?" Elio said, voice sharp and mocking. "She doesn't want to go with you. Let her go."

With a hard shove, Elio pushed Steven aside and moved in front of Lucie, shielding her.

Steven steadied himself, eyes narrowing as he glared at Elio. "Mr. Pitts, you're seriously overstepping. She's my wife. This has nothing to do with you."

Elio just rolled his eyes and smirked. "You know, I've always had a habit of sticking my nose where it doesn't belong. Today's no exception."

Steven's jaw clenched, anger flaring in his chest. He wanted to tear Elio apart, right here and now. But he knew better. Elio's family basically ran Elmridge. Money could only get Steven so far. Real power was something else entirely.

He took a slow breath and forced a cold smile. "So, you're the one stirring up trouble behind my back, aren't you?"

Elio raised an eyebrow, acting clueless. "Trouble? Me? I think you're imagining things. If you didn't want people to find out, maybe you shouldn't have done it in the first place. Don't you agree?"

"So it really is you, isn't it?" Steven growled. The last few days had been a nightmare, with scandal after scandal popping up online. Now it all made sense. Elio was behind it.

Elio shrugged, unbothered. "Maybe it is, maybe it's not. But why would I have to report to you? Go back to New Amberton, Steven. You're not taking Lucie anywhere today."

Steven's anger simmered, but he managed to keep himself in check. "Mr. Pitts, I've never met anyone as arrogant as you."

Elio laughed, looking every bit the

rebel his own father couldn't control.

"Well, now you have. This

is

Elmridge. It's my tur He made a

quick hand gesture, like commanding a dog to sit. "Sit."

The insult stung more than any threat.

Steven's hands curled into fists. The urge to lash out was almost overwhelming. No one had ever dared to talk to him like this. He'd make Elio pay, one way or another.

Tension crackled in the air. Lucie's heart pounded as she watched them. She was terrified things were about to get physical. If Steven was an evil dragon, then Elio was the fearless knight ready to face him head-on. With the two of them in the same room, chaos was inevitable.

"Steven, just leave," Lucie said, her voice steady but tired. "I'm not going with you If you want to talk, we'll do it in court. There's nothing left for us

cuss in private."

She turned and walked toward the elevators, not looking back. She wasn't going back to New Amberton tonight. All she wanted was to get to her hotel room and away from all this drama.

Steven rushed after her, his voice softer now. "Lucie, wait. I came here to talk about the divorce."

He pulled a folded document from his pocket and held it out to her.

"If this is what you really want, I'll respect it. I've already signed the divorce papers. If there's anything you want to add, just let me know."

Lucie stopped in her tracks, staring at the papers in shock. Steven's signature was right there, clear as day. For a moment, she couldn't believe it was real.