Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221

A low scoff escaped Ashton.

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“Do you really think Petrov Petroleum would leave something as valuable as its patent within reach of mere employees?” he drawled, his tone laced with ridicule.

Lukin’s lips parted, his face draining of color as realization struck.

“It was… a trap?” he whispered, horror dawning in his voice.

Ashton gave a small, careless shrug, the corner of his lips lifting into a cold smirk.

“You walked into it on your own.”

He stepped forward without hesitation and brought his foot down hard against Belsky’s chest.

“Urgh-!” The man choked, the air forced out of his lungs.

“Ashton…” Cassie murmured faintly, though she didn’t move to stop him–only watched.

“Let’s wait until tomorrow,” Ashton continued calmly, as though discussing something trivial.

“Whoever dares to boast about a ‘new formula‘. -a a groundbreakin for a very unpleasant surprise.”

He shifted his weight slightly, pressing down just enough

“But for now…” Ashton added, lifting his gaze toward

Lia’s lips curved as she turned her head toward Kamilla.

“Kamilla has already prepared it.”

Kamilla met her gaze with a knowing smile.

Cassie’s curiosity sparked instantly. “A surprise?” she

advancement in petroleum-” his smirk deepened,

“-is in

remind Belsky of his place.

“let’s give them something to remember tonight.”

ting her head.

“Is it something… dangerous? Like what you did to those men who tried to take advantage of us before?”

Kamilla’s lips curled into a playful, almost mischievous grin.

“Well… you’re not far off.”

Cassie’s eyes lit up, a strange mix of intrigue and excitement flickering within them.

“Can I join?”

Kamilla hesitated for a brief moment, glancing toward Samuel–then toward Ashton.

Silence hung for a heartbeat.

Ashton’s gaze shifted to Cassie, and something in his expression softened, though the intensity remained.

“Cassidy is already part of our world, Ella,” he said evenly.

“It’s better she understands how it truly works.”

His eyes locked onto Cassie’s, his voice dropping into something firmer—more serious.

“There is no room for weakness in my world, Cassie.” The air seemed to still after the words came out.

“You either hunt… or you’re hunted.”

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A pause.

“You kill… or you’re killed.

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Cassie didn’t flinch. She held his gaze, steady and unyielding, absorbing every word without retreat. After a moment, she spoke -calm, grounded.

“Kamilla killed men when she was twelve, a mere child, avenging her fataily” she said quietly.

“I’ve always known how cruel this world can be, Ashton. Her lips curved faintly.

“Maybe you’ve forgotten… but I wasn’t raised in comfort either.” She glanced briefly at Kamilla, then at Lia, a small, resolute smile forming.

“With them—and with you–I’ll find my place in this world. No matter how dangerous it is.”

A flicker of approval crossed Ashton’s face. He gave a slow nod.

“I know you will.”

“Well then-” Kamilla broke in brightly, her earlier warmth returning in full force as she pulled Cassie into another tight

embrace.

“Welcome, Cassie.”

Cassie let out a soft laugh as she returned the hug, though a hint of nervous energy lingered beneath it.

When they finally pulled apart, she looked between them eagerly.

“So… what exactly are we doing?”

Kamilla clasped her hands together, her expression lighting up with unsettling enthusiasm.

“First,” she began cheerfully, “we’ll drug them.”

Cassie blinked.

“Then,” Kamilla continued, as if discussing a simple experiment, “once they’ve served their purpose… we’ll proceed with a small test.”

“A… test?” Cassie echoed, her voice faltering just slightly.

Kamilla’s smile widened.

“I’ve been working on a new formula,” she said, almost proudly.

“A flesh–eating poison.” Her eyes gleamed with excitement.

“And I need subjects.”

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Cassie stared at her, momentarily speechless–shock flickering across her face, her earlier enthusiasm colliding with the brutal reality of what that meant.

But no one in the room looked more shattered than the two men on the floor.

Belsky’s breathing turned ragged, his earlier defiance completely gone.

Lakin trembled where he lay, his eyes wide with pure, unfiltered terror–finally understanding that whatever awaited them… would be far worse than death.

“Death is a mercy reserved for those who betray the Petrovs,” Ashton murmured, a dark, knowing smirk curling on his lips as he took in their terror.

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Abrief pause followed–just enough for the weight of his words to settle.

“But you…” his voice lowered colder now, “you don’t deserve that mercy.”

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