Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 294

Harrison turned his head. Beyond the front door, blinding white light spilled in, turning the man in the wheelchair into a mere silhouette.

Luke Holloway strode inside, his presence sucking the air out of the room the instant he crossed the threshold.

Harrison had just gotten to his feet when Luke’s fist came at him. He raised an arm to block, but Luke’s strength was overwhelming.

Harrison had trained in hand-to-hand combat, but even with all his skill, he was no match for Luke’s raw, almost inhuman power.

Luke’s fist crashed into Harrison’s stomach, dropping him to the floor.

Harrison doubled over, retching, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He fought to keep the pain from showing, but bile rose in his throat, and when he looked up, he saw Luke unlocking the cuffs from Selene’s wrists.

With one hand bracing himself and the other clutching his bruised abdomen, Harrison tried to regain his composure.

He looked up to see Leo rolling his wheelchair closer.

Harrison’s split lip twisted into a sneer. “Leo! Don’t tell me you still claim you feel nothing for her—”

He didn’t get to finish.

Leo, who for five years had never once used a cane, now brandished a sleek black one—just to strike him.

The swing was small, but the solid wood landed hard and cold against Harrison’s face.

A sharp crack echoed in the room. A welt blossomed instantly across one cheek.

Leo looked down at him, his expression flat, as if regarding nothing more than a bug at his feet.

“You alright?” Luke’s voice came from behind Harrison, laced with concern.

When Harrison turned, Luke’s broad-shouldered frame completely shielded Selene from view.

A humorless laugh rasped from Harrison’s throat.

That day, Harrison told Selene he would honor Lucian’s last wish and marry her.

“Your sister is going to be Mrs. Vaughn now,” Harrison had said. “The Thompsons are just her relatives by blood. If people find out that Mrs. Vaughn’s adoptive father and brother are farmers from the country, scraping by in a small town, how will she face the high society crowd?”

Harrison had asked, “Can you erase her past with you? Can you disappear and never come looking for her again?”

Luke had replied, “Swear on your life that you’ll love her. That you’ll stand by her, protect her from the world, never abandon her. Swear it—and if you break your word—”

“If I break my word,” Harrison had finished, “may I live and die alone, childless, cursed, and ruined. Will that do?”

But the promises Harrison made had proved more fragile than paper.

Ever since Selene married, Luke had kept his distance. Even when he visited the capital, he never went to see her.

He intended to let her past, and his role in it, disappear into darkness—secrets best left buried.