Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 298

Selene was really out to ruin him—utterly, publicly, and with no chance of recovery.

“Let me go!” Harrison snapped, his voice sharp with humiliation. His body still trembled from what had just happened, muscles twitching uncontrollably.

“Let’s call it even for today,” he forced out, desperate to keep any trace of vulnerability from his voice. But the rough, broken rasp gave him away.

A cold, slender stick tapped his cheek. Selene’s voice, icy and detached, drifted down to him.

“Ugly on the inside, yet always dreaming of happy endings.”

She dropped the stick, glancing at her wrist—already mottled with bruises.

Her eyes were flat, emotionless. “I told you. From today on, you’ll stay right here. No food. No bathroom. If you really can’t hold it, I’ll have someone install an intercom so you can beg me for permission.”

Selene paused, thinking through every cruel detail to make Harrison’s captivity flawless.

She turned to the security guard. “Get a large, remote-controlled shock collar. Make sure he wears it—if he starts yelling, I don’t want the neighbors to complain. Oh, and bring a TV in. Mr. Vaughn might get lonely, so keep it running 24/7. That way, he’ll have company.”

She wanted to deprive him of sleep as well.

He was trapped—unable to move, escape, or rest. The constant glare of the TV, the endless noise, would keep him from ever finding peace. Selene wasn’t just punishing him; she was treating him like a criminal.

Harrison let out a bitter, low laugh. “Who taught you this? These little tricks—where’d you learn them? Was it him?” His eyes cut to Leo, hard and accusing, jaw clenched so tightly it looked carved from stone.

“Or was it him?”

His glare moved to Luke Holloway.

Selene met his stare, unflinching. “These tricks? I learned them from you. When I was up night after night, woken by crying babies, my chest aching so much I couldn’t sleep—where were you then?”

He’d stayed out, night after night, leaving her alone with two helpless infants, battling the entire Vaughn family on her own.

The wounds from those months—the resentment—never really faded. Even five years later, just thinking about it made her body tense up with fear and anger.

His lips split into a smile, dimples creasing, looking for all the world like a boy seeing his favorite person after too long apart.

He ran to her—so fast it felt as though he’d simply appeared before her.

“Ad—”

Before she could finish, he swept her into his arms.

He smelled of cedar and something distinctly, irresistibly masculine. His strong arms wrapped around her, and she could feel the wild thud of his heart against her chest, even through their clothes.

Leo and Luke Holloway both froze, exchanging a glance.

For a split second, the same mischievous thought crossed their minds:

Maybe they ought to lock Adrian in with Harrison, just to keep him company.