Betrayed by Four: Reborn, Their Rival Mafia Lord Became My Husband - Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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Asher turned around, his gaze falling on my pale smile.
The hospital room was so quiet you could hear the IV drip falling. The silence pressed against my ears like cotton.
"Idiot." He said it out of nowhere.
I froze. "...What?"
"I said," Asher repeated each word with deliberate precision, his eyes sharp as blades, "you're an idiot."
My eyes widened, and for the first time, color bloomed across my pale cheeks. "Asher, you—"
"You don't know how to fight back when someone draws your blood? You don't know how to defend yourself when you're being bullied?" He let out a cold laugh, his slender fingers tapping the needle marks on my arm. "What else would you call that besides being an idiot?"
My fingers trembled with anger. I was about to argue back when he cut me off.
"Lie down." His hand pressed against my shoulder, forcing me back onto the pillow with an authority that brooked no argument. "Rest first."
His palm burned hot against my skin. The heat seeped through the thin hospital gown.
I looked up at him and caught something churning in his eyes—something I couldn't read.
"This whole mess," he said, releasing his grip and reaching for his suit jacket, "I'll handle it."
The door closed with barely a whisper. But it made my heart slam against my ribs.
In the top-floor office of Hollis Group, Asher slammed a stack of documents onto the desk.
"Did you find out everything?"
His assistant Leon adjusted his glasses. "Derek did indeed use 'medical emergency' as justification to forcibly requisition RH-negative blood from Central Hospital last month. The timing matches perfectly with the needle marks on Miss Sienna's arm."
Asher's expression turned arctic.
"There's more," Leon continued. "Lucien, Caleb, and Raven have been meeting frequently with the stable manager. Before Miss Sienna's fall, surveillance caught their people tampering with the feed in the stables. They likely drugged it."
The pen in Asher's fingers snapped in half.
He was about to speak when his phone buzzed. A notification flashed across the screen—
SCANDAL EXPOSED! Heiress Seduces Heir to Get Revenge on Ex-Lover
The accompanying photo showed me and Asher's eye contact from the gala, maliciously photoshopped to look like a lovers' gaze.
Asher let out a cold laugh and dialed the PR department.
"Three things. Do exactly as I say."
"First, sue every media outlet that published false information."
"Second, prepare a press conference."
"Third," he looked out the window, his voice cold as winter, "release everything I had our people collect before."
That afternoon, the entire European elite circle exploded.
Asher held a rare press conference, standing before the cameras in an impeccable suit.
Reporters fired questions at him. "President Asher, regarding the rumors that Miss Sienna is using you to get revenge on Master Derek..."
"My fiancée has the freedom to do whatever she wants," he interrupted, his voice quiet but each word hitting like a hammer. "It's not anyone else's place to judge."
The room erupted.
Immediately after, the Hollis family's official PR department released a series of evidence: original documents proving Rachel had forged her Cambridge credentials, bank transfer records showing she'd embezzled charity resources, and even audio recordings of her privately insulting Derek.
Public opinion flipped overnight.
I leaned against my hospital bed, watching the messages exploding across my phone screen. A smile tugged at my lips.
The door pushed open and Asher walked in, tossing an even thicker file into my lap.
"Getting bullied and just taking it quietly?" He raised an eyebrow, opening with his signature mockery. "When did Miss Sienna become such a pushover?"
I flipped open the file to find even more detailed dirt on Rachel—compromising photos with her ex-boyfriend, evidence of massive gambling debts.
"You're..." I looked up, mischief dancing in my eyes, "teaching me how to get revenge?"
Asher looked down at me. "Are you going to learn?"
I smiled. I picked up my phone and anonymously posted the most explosive materials across major social media platforms.
Within an hour, #RachelGetOutOfHighSociety was trending.
In the conference room, Derek violently smashed his tablet.
"That bitch Sienna!" His eyes were bloodshot. "How dare she frame Rachel!"
Lucien frowned at the trending topics. "This evidence doesn't look fabricated..."
"Shut up!" Derek grabbed his collar violently. "Rachel is being framed! This has to be Sienna and Asher working together!"
Raven suddenly spoke up. "Asher seems to be planning to acquire that plot of land in west London recently."
The three men exchanged glances, instantly understanding each other's thoughts.
"Since they started this war," Caleb adjusted his glasses, the lenses flashing coldly, "don't blame us for finishing it."
That night, all four major families simultaneously announced they were terminating all cooperation with the Hollis family.
Rumors spread that the four families were coordinating with banks to freeze Asher's liquid assets.
I learned the news while Asher was in his study on a video conference.
I walked in with coffee, hearing him deploy his strategy with ice-cold calm: "Sell off our European bonds, call back the funds... Yes, at any cost."
After the screen went dark, the room fell into suffocating silence.
I placed the coffee in front of him. "Need my help?"
Asher looked up at me. "How do you want to help?"
"I own three mining properties," I said quietly. "They can be liquidated anytime."
Asher froze for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "Sienna, do you know what this means?"
The hospital room was so quiet you could hear the IV drip falling. The silence pressed against my ears like cotton.
"Idiot." He said it out of nowhere.
I froze. "...What?"
"I said," Asher repeated each word with deliberate precision, his eyes sharp as blades, "you're an idiot."
My eyes widened, and for the first time, color bloomed across my pale cheeks. "Asher, you—"
"You don't know how to fight back when someone draws your blood? You don't know how to defend yourself when you're being bullied?" He let out a cold laugh, his slender fingers tapping the needle marks on my arm. "What else would you call that besides being an idiot?"
My fingers trembled with anger. I was about to argue back when he cut me off.
"Lie down." His hand pressed against my shoulder, forcing me back onto the pillow with an authority that brooked no argument. "Rest first."
His palm burned hot against my skin. The heat seeped through the thin hospital gown.
I looked up at him and caught something churning in his eyes—something I couldn't read.
"This whole mess," he said, releasing his grip and reaching for his suit jacket, "I'll handle it."
The door closed with barely a whisper. But it made my heart slam against my ribs.
In the top-floor office of Hollis Group, Asher slammed a stack of documents onto the desk.
"Did you find out everything?"
His assistant Leon adjusted his glasses. "Derek did indeed use 'medical emergency' as justification to forcibly requisition RH-negative blood from Central Hospital last month. The timing matches perfectly with the needle marks on Miss Sienna's arm."
Asher's expression turned arctic.
"There's more," Leon continued. "Lucien, Caleb, and Raven have been meeting frequently with the stable manager. Before Miss Sienna's fall, surveillance caught their people tampering with the feed in the stables. They likely drugged it."
The pen in Asher's fingers snapped in half.
He was about to speak when his phone buzzed. A notification flashed across the screen—
SCANDAL EXPOSED! Heiress Seduces Heir to Get Revenge on Ex-Lover
The accompanying photo showed me and Asher's eye contact from the gala, maliciously photoshopped to look like a lovers' gaze.
Asher let out a cold laugh and dialed the PR department.
"Three things. Do exactly as I say."
"First, sue every media outlet that published false information."
"Second, prepare a press conference."
"Third," he looked out the window, his voice cold as winter, "release everything I had our people collect before."
That afternoon, the entire European elite circle exploded.
Asher held a rare press conference, standing before the cameras in an impeccable suit.
Reporters fired questions at him. "President Asher, regarding the rumors that Miss Sienna is using you to get revenge on Master Derek..."
"My fiancée has the freedom to do whatever she wants," he interrupted, his voice quiet but each word hitting like a hammer. "It's not anyone else's place to judge."
The room erupted.
Immediately after, the Hollis family's official PR department released a series of evidence: original documents proving Rachel had forged her Cambridge credentials, bank transfer records showing she'd embezzled charity resources, and even audio recordings of her privately insulting Derek.
Public opinion flipped overnight.
I leaned against my hospital bed, watching the messages exploding across my phone screen. A smile tugged at my lips.
The door pushed open and Asher walked in, tossing an even thicker file into my lap.
"Getting bullied and just taking it quietly?" He raised an eyebrow, opening with his signature mockery. "When did Miss Sienna become such a pushover?"
I flipped open the file to find even more detailed dirt on Rachel—compromising photos with her ex-boyfriend, evidence of massive gambling debts.
"You're..." I looked up, mischief dancing in my eyes, "teaching me how to get revenge?"
Asher looked down at me. "Are you going to learn?"
I smiled. I picked up my phone and anonymously posted the most explosive materials across major social media platforms.
Within an hour, #RachelGetOutOfHighSociety was trending.
In the conference room, Derek violently smashed his tablet.
"That bitch Sienna!" His eyes were bloodshot. "How dare she frame Rachel!"
Lucien frowned at the trending topics. "This evidence doesn't look fabricated..."
"Shut up!" Derek grabbed his collar violently. "Rachel is being framed! This has to be Sienna and Asher working together!"
Raven suddenly spoke up. "Asher seems to be planning to acquire that plot of land in west London recently."
The three men exchanged glances, instantly understanding each other's thoughts.
"Since they started this war," Caleb adjusted his glasses, the lenses flashing coldly, "don't blame us for finishing it."
That night, all four major families simultaneously announced they were terminating all cooperation with the Hollis family.
Rumors spread that the four families were coordinating with banks to freeze Asher's liquid assets.
I learned the news while Asher was in his study on a video conference.
I walked in with coffee, hearing him deploy his strategy with ice-cold calm: "Sell off our European bonds, call back the funds... Yes, at any cost."
After the screen went dark, the room fell into suffocating silence.
I placed the coffee in front of him. "Need my help?"
Asher looked up at me. "How do you want to help?"
"I own three mining properties," I said quietly. "They can be liquidated anytime."
Asher froze for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "Sienna, do you know what this means?"
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