The Barter Novel Sierra and Xavier

---- Fuck! What is this! Why is he so tempted to bow? And that too to his enemy? And that's when Damien saw it That persons feet visible through the little opening He freezes.

A heel.

A black heel.

This aura was coming from a woman? Hello Grandpa.

I must say, the throne finally got its rightful owner back.

Gerald chuckles while Damien feels his heart divorce his chest as he watches her stepping into the light His Princess.

Zariyan.

---- Chapter 460 Chapter 460 Damiens breath hitched as his gaze locked onto the figure standing across the grand hall.

For a moment, he doubted his own eyes.

She wasn't the same woman he had seen before That Zariyan had been a shadow of herselfher thin, malnourished body trembling under layers of despair.

Hollow eyes, sunken cheeks, and hair that hung limp like a withered curtain around her face.

But this Zariyan? Her crimson eyes gleamed with a terrifying intensity, a silent proclamation of power.

Her once-tangled hair was now cut to her shoulders, each strand glistening like polished obsidian.

The black dress she wore accentuated her curves, the fabric clinging to her with a boldness that matched the defiance in her posture.

Her head was held high, chin tilted, as if daring anyone to challenge her reign.

She regarded the room with an air of disdain, as though the gathered ---- creatures Were no more than insects beneath her feet.

Damien's chest tightened.

Then, he saw him.

A figure emerged from the shadows beside her, and it was as if a dagger plunged straight into Damien's heart.noveldrama

Vincenzo.

The bastard sauntered toward Zariyan with a smirk that screamed triumph.

His black shirt and trousers mirrored her attire, as if the two were deliberately aligned.

Damiens nails bit into his palms, the sharp sting grounding him as he watched the scene unfold.

Zariyan extended her hand toward Vincenzo, and something inside Damien shattered.

Vincenzo took her hand with ease, intertwining their fingers as though he had every right.

Their silent connection spoke volumes, a cruel mockery of what Damien had once shared with her.

She smiled.

---- She fucking smiled.

Damien's jaw clenched so hard he thought his teeth might crack.

The smile wasn't forced or hollow.

It was genuine, her lips curving with an ease that made his stomach churn.

Vincenzo lifted their joined hands, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, his lips lingering just enough to stake his claim.

But it didnt end there.

Zariyan stepped closer to him, her movements fluid and deliberate.

Rising onto her toes, she leaned in, her lips brushing against Vincenzos in a kiss that deepened with every passing second.

His hand slid into her hair, pulling her closer as their mouths moved in sync, unhurried and intimate.

Damien's mind screamed for him to look away, but his body refused to obey.

He was trapped, forced to watch the woman who had once been his entire world kiss another man as though it were the most natural thing A sharp cough broke the moment.