Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332 Sibling Confrontation

Chapter 332 Sibling Confrontation

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Serena leaned in, her perfume curling through the dim light as her lips drifted toward his. Leander turned his face at the last possible heartbeat. “Serena, I only ever regarded you as a sister.”

Her smile fractured. A hard glint flashed across her eyes. “A sister?” She scoffed, the sound sharp as breaking glass. “Do you truly imagine you belong in the Fane family?”

With a sudden shove, she forced him back against the velvet couch. “Years ago, you were half–dead, skin scorched by that fire, penniless on a hospital bed. Lady Margaret mistook you for someone else, and Uncle Everett–fearing for her health–claimed you as an illegitimate son. Without that mercy, infection would have finished you long before now.”

Leander straightened, steadying his breath. “I have never once believed I was truly one of you.”

Serena’s laugh was cold and brittle. “Good. Remember this–that woman still survives only because the Fane family pays her bills. You’re nothing but a dog kept to amuse Lady Margaret.” High heels clicked like gunshots as she swept out of the VIP lounge, chin lifted in haughty triumph.

One day, she vowed, that man would crawl to her on his knees.

Silence settled in the lounge. Leander remained alone, the echo of her steps fading like a receding storm.

He unlocked his phone and opened a remote–monitoring app.

A–hospital room flickered onto the screen: sterile walls, muted lights, the soft hiss of an oxygen line.

On the bed lay a young woman, her features pale beneath the respirator, an IV drip feeding time back into her veins.

Leander brushed two fingers over the glass. “I will cure you, I swear. Hold on a little longer.”

As long as he stayed inside the Fane estate, money and medical access were his to command. Who he had been–whatever memories the flames had stolen–no longer mattered beside her fragile pulse.

Though Julius and Harlan could hardly stand each other, they found common ground in plotting the theft of Leander’s DNA.

Julius traced Leander’s upcoming schedule. Harlan greased palms until a bartender agreed to slip a potent sedative into the liquor. The drug merely induced deep drowsiness–easy to mistake for the after–burn of strong drink.

When Leander retreated to the dressing suite for a brief rest, Quinn slipped inside with Julius and Harlan

close behind.

Outside, Julius men cordoned the corridor. Every staff member had already been bought.

Seeing the unconscious figure–very possibly her long–lost brother–Quinn’s heartbeat skipped.

An open assault is simple to guard against. A hidden blade is another story.

The bribed bartender was reputedly an expert, even outfitting the boule with a tiny mechanism to deliver

the dose.

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Chapter 332 Sibling Confrontation

Harlan whispered, “Blood sample or hair?”

He patted the small toolkit slung at his hip–the choice did not matter to him.

“Hair,” Quinn decided. “Needles leave questions.”

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