The last lust before divorce

Chapter 9: The Vane Matriarch

​The victory at the lake house should have felt like peace, but in the world of the ultra-rich, peace is just the silence before a different kind of execution.

​Elena stood in the center of Dante's secondary mansion, staring at the woman sitting on the velvet sofa. Lady Catherine Vane didn't look like a mother; she looked like a frozen statue carved from ice and old money. She held a teacup as if it were a scepter, her eyes raking over Elena with a clinical, soul-crushing disdain.

​"So," Catherine said, her voice a polished blade. "You're the little divorcee my son spent three billion dollars to 'rescue'."

​Elena didn't flinch. She smoothed the skirt of her silk dress-a deep emerald green that Dante had specifically requested-and sat opposite the woman. "I'm the woman who helped your son dismantle his biggest rival in forty-eight hours. But I suppose 'divorcee' is easier for you to pronounce."

​Catherine's eyes narrowed. A flicker of surprise crossed her face before it was buried under a mask of boredom. "Bold. I see why Dante is obsessed. He always did have a penchant for broken things he could fix."

​"I'm not a project, Lady Catherine. And I'm certainly not broken."

​"Aren't you?" Catherine set the teacup down with a sharp clack. "You were Silas Thorne's property for years. You've been touched, used, and discarded. You are a scandal waiting to happen, and my son is at the height of his career. Do you really think I'll allow a woman with your... history to carry the Vane name?"

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​Before Elena could respond, the heavy mahogany doors swung open. Dante walked in, his presence immediately sucking the air out of the room. He didn't look at his mother. His eyes went straight to Elena, checking for any sign of distress.

​"Mother," Dante said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low register. "I don't remember inviting you."

​"I don't need an invitation to my own son's home, Dante," Catherine said, standing up. She walked toward him, her heels clicking like a countdown. "I'm here to talk sense into you. This... girl... is a liability. Silas Thorne is bankrupt, but he is still alive, and he is talking to the press. He's telling stories about her, Dante. Erotic stories. Stories that will drag our name through the mud."

​Dante's jaw tightened so hard a muscle leaped in his cheek. He walked over to Elena, placing a heavy, possessive hand on her shoulder. The heat from his palm seeped through her dress, a silent promise of protection.

​"Let him talk," Dante rasped. "Every word he says is another nail in his coffin. And as for Elena... she isn't a liability. She's the future of this company."

​"She's a distraction!" Catherine hissed. "You're missing meetings. You're neglecting the board. You're too busy chasing the ghost of another man's wife!"

​"She was never his!" Dante roared, his composure finally snapping. He pulled Elena up, tucking her into his side. "She was mine the moment I saw her, and I've spent four years waiting to take her back. If the Vane name is too 'pure' for her, then I'll drop the name before I drop her."

​Elena felt a surge of triumph, but she didn't let it show. She looked at Catherine, a cold, calculated smile playing on her lips. "It seems your son has made his choice, Catherine. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have 'distractions' to attend to."

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​Catherine walked toward the door, but she stopped beside Elena, leaning in to whisper so only she could hear.

​"Silas isn't your biggest problem, girl. He's a man driven by lust. I am a woman driven by legacy. I will find the one secret you haven't told Dante. And when I do, I'll watch him throw you to the wolves myself."

​The doors slammed shut.

​Elena felt the tension drain from Dante's body, replaced by a dark, simmering heat. He turned her in his arms, his hands framing her face. "Don't listen to her. She can't touch you."

​"She's right about one thing, Dante," Elena whispered, her hands finding the buttons of his shirt. "Silas is talking. He's desperate. A desperate man is like a wounded animal-he'll bite anything that gets close."

​"Then I'll muffle him," Dante growled. He lifted her, his obsession flaring as he carried her toward the desk. He cleared the papers with one sweep of his arm, the sound of glass and pens hitting the floor echoing in the silent room.

​"I don't want to talk about Silas. I don't want to talk about my mother." Dante pushed her back onto the desk, his eyes burning with a hunger that was almost frightening. "I want to feel the way you belong to me. I want to hear you say that no one else has ever touched you like this."

​"Dante..." Elena gasped as his mouth found the sensitive skin of her neck.

​"Say it," he commanded, his hands roaming her body with a frantic, obsessive need. "Say you're mine."

​"I'm yours," Elena breathed, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

​She was using him for his power, for his protection, and for her revenge. But as Dante's body pressed into hers, as his obsession turned into a fire that threatened to consume them both, Elena realized the game had changed. She wasn't just the puppet master anymore. She was the one being pulled into the depths of a man who would never let her go.

​Hours later, while Dante slept with his arm draped possessively over her waist, Elena's burner phone vibrated on the nightstand.

​She slipped out of bed, walking to the balcony. The city was a grid of light below.

​"Hello?" she whispered.

​"He's coming for you tonight, Elena," a woman's voice whispered. It was the blonde mistress-the one Silas had cheated with. She sounded terrified. "He's lost his mind. He has a gun, and he's heading to the penthouse. He says if he can't have the 'last pleasure' of your life, then no one will."

​Elena looked back at the sleeping lion in her bed, then at the elevator doors.

​She didn't wake Dante. She didn't call security. She walked to the drawer, pulled out the small, silver pistol Dante had taught her how to use, and waited in the dark.

​"Come and get me, Silas," she murmured to the shadows. "I've been waiting to finish this."