The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 519

Chapter 519

Cassian’s POV

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The walk back to the villa is silent, the weight of what we’ve done and left behind settling between Mikhail and me. It’s a familiar weight, a businesslike quiet. We turn the corner, and the scene at the front door stops us cold.

Rehena. Her voice, shrill and vindictive, cuts through the calm evening air. “Gemma, you believe me, I’ll get the people on the ranking board to boycott you too…”

My blood, already running cold from the afternoon’s work,

crystallizes. I see Gemma’s closed–off expression, Zina’s

protective stance. This parasite is at her door, threatening

her. The rage is instantaneous, a white–hot wire that snaps. taut behind my eyes. But it is a controlled burn. I let it focus

me, sharpen me.

Rehena whirls at the sound of my voice. Her retort dies, strangled in her throat. Recognition floods her face, followed by a pale, sickly fear. She knows exactly who I am. The scion of Paramount, the founder of Shawn Heavy Industries Titleso

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are just words, but the power behind them is a language she understands.

I take a single step forward. The space around us contracts. “Go ahead,” I say, my voice utterly flat. “Try to get the ranking board people to side against me. Let’s see if they dare to

cross me.”

She swallows, her bravado crumbling.

I continue, dismantling her piece by piece. “You’ve used dirty tricks to win projects. That’s hardly respectable in your line of work.” The investigation into her was a simple matter, delegated and completed weeks ago. A gutter rat who clawed up by stealing credit, sabotaging rivals, and blackmailing clients. What she tried on Gemma wasn’t an anomaly; it was her standard operating procedure. “If you want to keep playing, I’m more than ready to go all the way. Just remember, the one who ends up with a ruined reputation might not be me.”

A faint smirk touches my lips. It is not amusement. It is contempt, made visible. Her threats are dust.

Rehena’s glare is pure, impotent fury. She is a small, vicious animal realizing it is trapped in a cage of its own making,

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and I hold the lock. Her gaze darts from me to Gemma, hatred warring with defeat.

“Are you still here?” I ask. It’s not a question. It’s an eviction notice, delivered with a look that suggests I am being unreasonably patient.

She flinches. Her eyes dart between us one last time—my implacable cold, Mikhail’s watchful silence, Gemma’s quiet strength. With a final, venomous glare at Gemma, she turns

and stalks away, her posture stiff with humiliation.

Mikhail waits until she’s out of earshot. “Aren’t you worried

she might retaliate against Gemma?” There’s a note in his

voice, a thought unspoken: Cassian really knows how to

make enemies.

I turn my head toward him, the cold certainty settling deep. “She’d better have the guts to try.” The arrangements are already in motion. A call to my assistant on the drive back. A few discreet pressures applied. Rehena’s little hacking career is over. She can rage in the shadows, but she will never touch Gemma’s world again. “She could sulk all she wanted, but it was high time she figured out how to make a living.”

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unadulterated confidence. It amuses me.

“Nothing, nothing at all! Totally fine!” Zina stammers, throwing a glance at Gemma, who shares her stunned

expression. I see it from the corner of my eye. Good. Let them

be distracted.

The game loads, but our hearts aren’t in it. We’re marking time. Mikhail breaks the charade first, addressing Zina. “Hey, Zina, are you staying for dinner?”

immat a problem?” she fires back, defensive.

“Not at all,” he says smoothly. “But could you do me a favor and hit the restroom?” The request is so blatantly absurd it hangs in the air.

“Why on earth would I do that?” Zina’s hands go to her hips.

“Because I want to have a private chat with Gemma without you eavesdropping.”

s jaw drops. “Seriously, Mikhail? You’re so blunt!”

emma’s voice cuts through, calm and knowing. She has reading our tension since we walked in. “Zina already

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