Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 685

Chapter 685 Troy’s Call

The moment Draven and Herman touched down in Zheron, Draven’s phone rang. It was Troy.

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Draven sat in the back seat of the car, his face a mask of cold detachment. He felt no surprise-he had known this call was coming.

He answered without hesitation.

Troy’s voice cut through the line, sharp and cold as steel. “Draven, I can’t believe it was really you who stole my children!”

Troy had suspected Draven before, but until now, he had no proof. Now, with the evidence right in front of him, Troy’s anger surged out of control. He was stunned that Draven would go this far.

Draven’s tone was flat, almost bored. “You were too slow.”

That simple statement struck Troy right where it hurt. “Those are my children with Ayla! Did you really think that stealing them would change the fact that you and Ayla are finished?”

Draven’s gaze drifted out the window, his expression unreadable. “Even if I hadn’t taken them, it wouldn’t change that Ayla and I are over, would it?” He paused, letting the words hang. “So I took them. At least this way, you suffer. At least this way, you’re helpless.”

Troy’s hand curled into a fist. He slammed it against the seat, the sound loud and sharp in the quiet car. No amount of anger could soothe him now. Every time Draven was involved, it was as if his whole world unraveled.

It felt like a curse he could never break.

Troy’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice trembling with rage. “Draven, all these years-you just can’t help but go against me!”

Draven’s reply was as cold and hard as a blade. “When you started planning for those test-tube children in secret, you should have known this day would come. Your own children would become my weapon against you.”

He lowered his voice, every word heavy with threat. “Troy, you made me pay a heavy price. Now it’s your turn to taste what it’s like to be at my mercy.”

Troy’s tone turned to ice. “A heavy price? Ayla was always mine. You’re nothing but a thief, a schemer who stole my woman. It’s only right that I made sure you two broke up, Draven, you should thank me. I showed you how worthless you really are, how even if you steal what’s mine, it will never truly belong to you. You should be grateful I forced you to accept your fate. Instead, you come after me-do you really think you deserve anything?”

To Troy, Draven was nothing more than a stain on his perfect life. The bastard child, the one everyone scorned, the shadow his mother never let him forget.

Troy, once the golden boy, now haunted by this rival who dared to take what he valued most. The rival who should’ve been nothing more than a bastard child who groveled at his feet, begging for mercy.

Troy’s anger exploded. “Draven, you’re fucking dead to me!”

Draven’s lips twisted, not into a smile, but something far crueler. “I’ve heard that my whole life, Troy, I know I’m not worthy. I’m not even worthy of living in your world. But if you can’t even destroy someone like me, maybe you should look at why you keep failing.”

No one could wound each other the way Draven and Troy could. When they fought, every blow landed with precision.

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Chapter 685 Troy’s Call

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Hearing those words, Troy was thrown back to childhood, to the endless scorn of his mother, to all the pain he’d buried deep. For a moment, his mind went blank, and then the meaning of Draven’s words crashed over him.

“Draven, you really have a death wish!” he spat, every word forced out through clenched teeth.

Draven let Troy’s fury wash over him.

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