My ex husband wants me back (Daven and Althea) novel Chapter 666

Chapter 666

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“You’ve been expected, Young Master. The Master is waiting for you,” one of the servants said as soon as he arrived.

Brandon barely spared the man a glance. His eyes moved instead to the building in front of him. It stood tall and imposing, all grandeur and elegance wrapped in luxury. But to him, it was nothing special.

If not for his mother’s request, he wouldn’t have set foot in this place.

He walked forward without hesitation, ignoring everything around him. Servants moved quietly through the halls, their presence almost invisible despite their numbers. Among them, guards in black suits stood stationed at various points, their sharp eyes and rigid posture making it clear they were always on alert.

It didn’t take long before Brandon stepped into the dining room.

The space was vast, meticulously arranged, and filled with the rich aroma of food that had been prepared to perfection. A long table made of dark wood stretched across the center, covered with beautifully plated dishes.

Yet not a single one had truly been touched.

Brandon took a seat on the left side, directly across from a man who bore a striking resemblance to him. That man ate calmly, as if Brandon’s arrival meant nothing at all.

At the head of the table, Juan Falcony sat upright, his sharp gaze sweeping over his two sons seated opposite each other. On the right, Falcon leaned back casually, one hand propping up his chin, his posture relaxed. Meanwhile, Brandon Falcony looked like someone who didn’t belong there at all.

“Finally decided to come home,” Juan’s voice broke the silence. It wasn’t loud, but it carried enough weight to tighten the air in the room.

Brandon didn’t answer right away. He reached for the glass in front of him, took a small sip, then set it back down with an unhurried motion. “I was invited,” he replied flatly.

Juan let out a rough breath. “Invited?” A short, humorless laugh escaped him. “You’re my son, not a guest.”

“Then treat me like one,” Brandon said lightly, not even looking at him. “Not like a failed asset.”

The spoon in Juan’s hand came to a halt. The faint clink of metal against the plate rang sharply in the silence.

“Do you know what irritates me?” Juan said, his voice low, holding back the anger rising beneath it. “It’s not that you refuse to stand by my side. It’s that you choose to waste your time on things that have no value.”

Brandon lifted a brow slightly. “They may be worthless to you, but they matter to me.”

“To anyone with a brain,” Juan cut in sharply. “This family wasn’t built on pleasure. Everything you enjoy now-“he gestured around the room, “-comes from hard work. And you? You won’t even touch it.”

Brandon finally looked at him.

His gaze was calm, but there was something sharp and cold beneath it. “I never asked for any of this

The atmosphere froze instantly.

”

On the other side of the table, Falcon let out a soft chuckle, barely audible. He didn’t interfere in the argument between his father and younger brother. He simply watched, like someone observing a show he had seen far too many times yet never found boring.

Juan turned to him. “And you,” he said, his tone shifting slightly, more controlled now. “At least you understand responsibility.”

Falcon gave a small shrug. “I just do what needs to be done.”

12

Chapter one

“What makes you any different from your brother?” Juan asked, a hint of cynicism lacing his voice.

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“Don’t drag me into this,” Falcon cut in casually. He glanced at Brandon for a brief second before returning his attention to the untouched food in front of him. “As long as he doesn’t get in my way, I don’t care what he does.”

Brandon let out a quiet laugh. “Relax. I have no interest in your world.”

A faint smirk formed on Falcon’s lips. “Good. Make sure it stays that way.”

The tension between them didn’t erupt, but it was unmistakable. Like a line that had been drawn long ago, one that neither of them would ever cross.

Suddenly, Falcon’s phone vibrated against the table.

He glanced at it, then picked it up without hurry. “Yeah.”

The voice on the other end wasn’t audible to the others, but the subtle shift in Falcon’s expression was enough to notice. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he straightened just a bit.

“Where?” he asked shortly.

A few seconds passed in silence.

“Bring her to the mansion,” he continued, his tone still calm, but firmer now. “Now.”

He ended the call without offering any further explanation.

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