Miller was being brutally trashed online after Adele's post, and she was completely unaware of the digital storm. The skating ranch and drift park where she worked had been exposed on the internet, their locations and details picked apart by a furious public. Clueless about her newfoundpopularity, she had stayed in her room the rest of the previous day, not even bothering to go downstairs for dinner. It was only the following morning that Stephanie called, her voice tight with concern. Did she know of the situation?
"Miller, I saw the video of your attack! Are you fine?" Stephanie asked, the words tumbling out in a rush.
"I am," Miller replied, though her tone was distant. "Just still confused about why I was almost kidnapped."
"Probably because you are Devion's wife!" Stephanie said. "In fact, you are being trashed so badly online, I don't think you should go out today."
"Trashed? Why?" Miller's brows furrowed in genuine confusion.
"Adele Williams said you bewitched Devion and stole him from her, and it has caused a big online storm," Stephanie explained, her voice laced with worry.
Miller sneered, a sharp, mocking sound. "Well then, people are foolish if they think Devion can be bewitched into being with another person. I have work to do today since I didn't end up going out yesterday, so that can't happen."
On hearing this, Stephanie became hyper, her voice rising in pitch. "Miller, the public are raging! You should stay home and wait until the storm passes!"
"Steph, I will be fine," Miller said with finality and disconnected the call. Whatever rage the internet was feeling, she reasoned, there was no way they would storm downtown J City without being attacked, not to mention the specific, rugged terrain of the skateboard ranch and the drift park. It was her sanctuary.
She got dressed in a green hoodie and black joggers, pairing the outfit with white sneakers. She walked out of her room, noting that Devion wasn't at home this morning. She ate her breakfast in peaceful silence, but as she moved to leave the house, she was stopped by the guards at the door and Mama B, who stood with a firm, apologetic expression.
"Outside would be rough, madam, rougher than yesterday," Mama B said gently but firmly. "The sir says you should stay home until everything is resolved."
Miller's face darkened instantly. Who was he to tell her when to go out and when not to? A stormy expression settled on her features as she turned on her heel and marched back to her room. She took out her phone and dialed Devion's number. It was the first time she was calling him. For the first two calls, he didn't pick up. On the third ring, his calm, collected voice finally answered.
"Why am I being stopped from going out?" she demanded, her voice sharp with anger.
"Your attack brought you a storm of attention," Devion explained, his tone infuriatingly calm. "And as my legally married wife, you have to ease the tension before you are sighted outside again, especially now that your identity is exposed."
This did nothing to ease Miller's anger. If anything, it stoked it further. "Devion Montgomery, we are contractually married, and we never agreed that you would be allowed to restrict my movements or that I would be targeted by people related to you. So, you better lift your restrictions," she said, her voice cold enough to freeze fire.
Devion's reply was very calm. "Have a nice day at home." He immediately disconnected the call.
Furious, her entire body trembling with rage, Miller spun around and punched the wall. The drywall crumbled, leaving a sizable hole. She didn't even care about the damage; someone was stepping on her last nerve.
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On the other side of the city, in his towering office, Devion disconnected the call and turned his attention back to the business partner seated across from him, a lanky man with a low-cut hairstyle. The man looked slightly stunned; the Devion Montgomery he knew would never pick up a call during a meeting, no matter how small the meeting was or how big the person calling was. This included Adele at the height of their relationship. He began to wonder if the rumors were true, if this new woman had indeed bewitched the formidable tycoon.
"Mr. Jerome, do you agree with my terms?" Devion suddenly asked, his voice pulling the man from his thoughts.
"Yes, sir," Jerome stammered, quickly regaining his composure.
Devion picked up a pen from his pen holder and signed the document in front of him with a swift, decisive stroke. The two men shook hands; Jerome then stood up, bowed respectfully, and walked out.
The moment the door closed, Ethan walked in, his expression serious. "Sir, Miss Adele has an intimate relationship with Nico," he reported.
Devion wasn't surprised. His expression only twisted into cold disgust, and in that moment, Ethan pieced together the truth: Devion had likely broken off the engagement because he had discovered Adele was cheating.
"Release that information. With proof," Devion commanded, his voice like ice.
"Yes, sir," Ethan replied without hesitation.
"As for Nico," Devion continued, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he stood and straightened his suit jacket, "I would like to pay him a special visit."
Ethan understood immediately. Nico's crime organization was in very, very big trouble.