A Perfect Revenge for the Worst Family
Part 4: The Cold-Hearted Husband
The estate was silent, the weight of the moment pressing against the walls like an unspoken force. Ariana stood at the center of the grand hall, her gaze unreadable, her posture poised yet indifferent.
Across from her stood Victor, Liliana, and Damien—three people who had once controlled her fate. But now, they were the ones caught off guard.
Because standing beside Ariana was him.
The moment he stepped into the hall, everything changed.
Tall. Intimidating. Silent.
The man was towering, easily standing over 6'3", his broad shoulders wrapped in a fitted black coat, his presence overwhelming the space. His golden-blond hair, messy yet effortlessly sharp, framed a face that was both chiseled and scarred—a long mark ran from his cheek down to the first whisker mark on his face. His deep blue eyes were void of warmth, as if the world had never given him a reason to care.
And then there were his muscles.
Liliana's breath hitched.
Who… is this?
She had always thought Victor was attractive, but this man—this man made Victor look like a boy playing dress-up. He was raw strength, a presence that demanded respect without a single word.
A slow smirk crept onto her lips. Maybe… maybe she could take him for herself. After all, Ariana didn't deserve a man like that. She would be foolish to not try.
But before she could even attempt to charm him, she noticed something strange.
He didn't even look at her.
His cold, piercing gaze remained forward, his presence almost suffocating in its intensity.
Victor clenched his jaw. His entire body was tense, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. This man… something about him wasn't normal. He hadn't even spoken a word, and yet—he was ruining everything.
Victor prided himself on confidence, but standing in front of this stranger, he felt something unfamiliar.
Fear.
Damien, usually so composed, felt it too.
This man was dangerous. And he hadn't even done anything yet.
A tense silence stretched between them.
Finally, Damien swallowed his pride and spoke. "…And who is this?"
Ariana tilted her head slightly, as if considering whether or not to answer. But before she could say a word, something even stranger happened.
Damien noticed it first.
This man—her husband—hadn't spoken once.
Not even a greeting. Not even an introduction.
He had simply stood there, silent and unmoving, like a living shadow.
Damien narrowed his eyes. Was he mute? Or was he simply refusing to acknowledge them?
Victor, irritated by the silence, scoffed. "What, can't he talk?"
Ariana finally looked up at the man beside her, her icy blue eyes meeting his. A single glance.
And then, she spoke.
"Does he need to?"
Damien and Victor felt a chill crawl down their spines.
The man—this cold-hearted husband—had only moved once since he arrived.
And that was to look at Ariana.
Only her.
And for the first time, the siblings realized something terrifying.
He only listens to her.