The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 453

Chapter 453 Pledge And Bloodline

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Quinn shook her head with quiet certainty. “You won’t,” she told him, her voice as steady as polished steel. “You gave your word to donate the stem cells, and you’re not the kind of man who breaks a promise.”

Julius‘ dark lashes fluttered. She had misunderstood. She thought he was asking what if he went back on his word, when what gnawed at him was far crueler–the chance that fate might rob him of the opportunity altogether. One split–second accident, and his body could become useless cargo, incapable of giving her the help he had pledged.

“Thank you, Julius–truly,” Quinn said, emotion glistening behind her composure. “To save. Lena, you’ve gone farther than anyone else would.”

She still marveled at it. He had quietly submitted himself for testing, and against all odds, his tissue profile had matched.

“You didn’t want your brother grieving,” Julius answered simply. “Lena is the one you want to save, so I will save her.” Compassion had never been his natural state; whatever compassion stirred in him now existed solely because of her.

“But even if you’re willing, you still need to get your strength back,” she insisted, eyes earnest. “Six months of recuperation, then we donate. Promise me you won’t change your mind.”

He held her gaze for a long beat, the world narrowing to the flecks of resolve in her eyes. know,” he finally said.

But he never promised that he would only donate it after six months.

The Fane family’s upcoming recognition banquet had become the talk of Celosia’s upper

crust.

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The Fanes already perched at the summit of power, yet rumor fed on the empty seats in their bloodline. Everett Fane’s branch had stood heirless–until three years ago, when an illegitimate son appeared.

Even that explanation failed to satisfy the watchful branches of the family; those in the know whispered that the boy shared not a single strand of Fane DNA, nothing more than a convenient decoy. Everyone assumed the assets would splinter among the side branches.

Now, everything had changed.

The supposed impostor turned out to be Everett’s blood nephew, Leander Fane–and he had a sister as well. Everett, unmarried and childless, had spent years hunting the Fane family’s

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missing heiress, Arlene–now deceased–only to discover she had left behind two living heirs.

In the light of that revelation, the vast Fane empire would inevitably flow toward those two children.

For the coming banquet, Everett planned to unveil them before nearly every notable figure in Celosia, cementing their identities in polished gold.

Any seasoned observer could see the dynasty tilting on its axis.

The ceremony would take place at the Fane Manor, where the scent of cedar and old money never faded.

Upstairs, Rowan stopped outside the bedroom the Fanes had once kept ready for his late mother; since her passing, it had become Quinn’s room whenever she stayed at the manor. Downstairs, the guests were already filling the marble foyer. The hour to appear had arrived.

“Quinn, are you ready? The banquet is about to begin,” Rowan called, rapping gently on the door.

The door swung open. A stylist stood there, pins between her lips and a cascade of silk in her

arms.

Quinn stood before the full–length mirror. Moving with deliberate grace, she pivoted toward Rowan. Her silver–gray gown caught the chandelier light, and the ruby necklace, once their mother’s treasure, flared like dawn against her throat. “I’m ready now, Rowan,” she said, her voice calm yet carrying a ripple of excitement.

Rowan felt his eyes well with tears.

As he watched his sister in their mother’s gown and jewels, half–formed memories fluttered- Arlene’s gentle smile melding with Quinn’s determined poise, the two images fusing in a bittersweet overlay.

If Mom were here–if she had lived long enough to reunite with her family–she would be so happy.

Rowan drew close, extending his hand. “Come on,” he murmured.

Quinn answered with a soft “Mm–hmm,” looping her arm through his, their joined silhouettes already echoing the harmony of a family reclaimed.

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