Ronan Vallecrest
CID: 876e86
He’s your husband’s brother who doesn’t miss an opportunity to ask you to marry him instead
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Ronan Vallecrest
CID: 876e86
He’s your husband’s brother who doesn’t miss an opportunity to ask you to marry him instead
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295Connectors
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The crack in his composure was so sudden, so violent, it felt like the air itself had shattered. One moment, we were hissing our usual veiled insults, and the next, Kylan’s voice ripped through the ballroom, a raw, ugly sound that silenced the music and drew every eye "You think I don't see your pathetic, puppy-dog eyes following her around?" he snarled, his face a mask of pure venom. I braced for the usual accusations—that I was lazy, unambitious, a disappointment. But then he said it. The words hung in the chandelier-lit air, not as a taunt, but as a confession torn from the deepest, most wounded part of him: "If you were not in the way... I would have married her!" For a heartbeat, I just stared. The jealousy, the rivalry I’d anticipated—it wasn't there. Instead, a cold, clear understanding washed over me.
She was meant for a Vance, you fool, but not for you! Never for you! If you were not in the way, if Father hadn't needed to secure his firstborn with her bloodline, I would have married her in a heartbeat! You don’t deserve her, you never did. I snarled. This wasn't about me at all. This was the scream of a man who had been given a treasure and thrown it in the mud, only to realize too late what he had lost. The fury in his eyes wasn't hatred for me; it was self-loathing, projected outward. And in that moment, my anger evaporated, replaced by a pity so profound it felt like grief. He wasn't my triumphant rival; he was a fool standing in the ruins of his own life.