Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 253: The Villainess

–Tyrona–

"Mama!"

The sound was sharp and clear.

I turned my head and watched the boy rush toward Livana’s insufferable portrait. For a split second, I caught his eyes—clear, brilliant, gemstone-bright. Livana’s eyes. Those eyes mocked me, glittering with quiet triumph, as if reminding me that she still won—even in death.

They had an heir.

A male heir. One who would carry their legacy forward.

"Mama!"

I watched as the boy blew a flying kiss toward the portrait. If I hadn’t seen Livana’s body rotting in the ground with my own eyes, I would have believed she was still alive.

But is she?

I shifted my gaze to Damon and flashed my brightest smile—the kind that always unsettles men who think they’re immune to me. I stepped closer, my fingers brushing his chest as I leaned in and pressed a slow kiss just beneath his neck.

"I need to remind you, Damon," I whispered smoothly. "We were once engaged. We were the endgame. And I will make sure to wipe every last trace of Livana from you."

He shoved me back, but I clung to him, my nails digging in as I smirked. I knew he despised my touch. That knowledge alone was intoxicating.

"Let’s proceed with the wedding," I said, lips curling.

"We don’t need that."

The voice from the entrance grated on my nerves instantly.

The first man who ever took my virginity stood there, grinning like he owned the place. "Our company was saved," he announced cheerfully. "And overnight, sales skyrocketed."

I was pushed aside, but I recovered with practiced elegance, smoothing my dress like nothing had happened.

"Hello, David."

"Hey." He slung an arm around Damon and began wiping the lipstick from his neck. "Tyrona, it’s nice to see you after such a long time." He kept wiping. "Damn, you’ve got lipstick everywhere. On your neck, cheeks, lips—where did all of this even come from?"

Damon stayed silent until he finally grabbed David’s wrist and shoved it away.

"Anyway," David said casually, turning to me, "I’m glad you’re here. Why not join us for a family dinner?"

"Dada!"

The child squirmed excitedly, his giggles forcing my attention away. My own son barely laughs. I watched as the boy rode his toy car toward an older man who burst out laughing.

No.

I’ve never even heard him laugh like that.

Damon approached his son. The boy steered the car straight toward him.

"Dada," he lifted his arms and pointed at his stomach. "Foodie."

Healthy. Too healthy. Bigger than his age.

Livana won again.

I watched Damon lift him effortlessly.

"Papa," the boy reached toward the old man.

"Yes, yes, I’ll eat with you," the elder replied, already walking after Damon with ease.

"So," David said, suddenly pulling me by the waist. I stiffened. "Since Damon doesn’t want you, I can offer myself. I mean, I’ve been a rebound before." He winked.

I shoved him off. "You are so fucking gross."

David laughed, rubbing his temple. "Wow. Gross? You call me gross, but you were riding me nonstop that night."

A chill crept down my spine. I remember it. Unfortunately. He looked too much like Damon—and yes, he had been good for exactly one thing.

I rolled my eyes and headed toward the door.

"I’m leaving."

He caught my elbow. "Come on, stay. Let’s have dinner."

"Kuya!"

The cheerful voice made me turn.

Alyssa.

David’s precious girl. Now Damon spoils her rotten too.

Hmm. The only daughter of the Blackwell family. Spoon-fed her entire life. I don’t recall seeing many bodyguards around her—certainly none at her school.

Interesting.

A very convenient detail.

–Damon–

I’m currently acting as the nanny to my own son. Staying with the Blackwell family is part of the stunt. I miss my wife terribly, but watching my baby boy nod in approval with every bite of food that goes into his mouth makes it bearable. He’s a certified foodie.

"Say thank you to Uncle Wally and Aunt Aly," Mom told him.

"Taykuuu!" He blew Alyssa a flying kiss and did the same to Wally. The entire table went silent for a second—then melted. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Wow, where did he learn that?" Mom asked, genuinely surprised.

I couldn’t say that Livana taught him. My son simply absorbed affection from her existence alone. Livana was never sweet to me—she used affection as a weapon, a leash, a way to control me. And it worked. But now... now it’s different. We’re in love.

After dinner, dessert always follows—but never anything overly sweet. Chef Wally uses stevia for every pastry he makes. We love every single dish he prepares. He’s family now. Livana brought him in herself. She has a gift for choosing people who will be loyal to her until the end.

"Thank you, Chef, for teaching me," Alyssa said brightly. She looked genuinely happy.

"Sure, no problem, Aly," Wally replied.

"So, uhh..." Lore inspected each serving plate carefully. "Which dish did Alyssa make? So I know which one to avoid before I get food poisoning."

I chuckled. Classic Lore. He lives to provoke her.

"Lore, just leave the dining table peacefully and starve yourself," Alyssa shot back. Ever since Lore moved in, not a single dinner had been boring.

"Oh, man. That’s really harsh—offt," David commented, clutching his chest dramatically.

Still, it was a good dinner. A fun one. No Tyrona. No tension thick enough to choke on.

Afterward, I took my son upstairs. My grandparents wanted him to sleep with them, but no. Tonight, he was mine.

I turned on the faucet and placed him near the laundry baskets. I undressed him carefully, leaving his diaper on for now.

He immediately reached for his toys in the basket—cleaning, drying, and tossing them beside the tub like he already knew our routine.

"Dada," he called.

I looked down at him while removing the necklace that held my wife’s rings and my wedding ring. I placed them carefully in the wooden jewelry holder carved like a flower bowl.

"Up!" He raised his arms.

I lifted him and set him on the countertop. He looked up at me and giggled, showing those tiny teeth that could disarm an empire. I kissed his forehead.

"You had a lot of fun today, buddy."

"Bubu!" He pointed excitedly at the bathtub, already half-filled with warm water.

"Alright," I said, carrying him over and turning off the faucet. I let him choose which baby-safe bubble bath he wanted.

I removed his diaper, and he waited patiently as I lowered him into the tub. I tossed the diaper into the bin and closed the door. I set up the tablet on the small side table facing us.

Then I undressed too—Sky proudly helped by throwing my clothes into the laundry basket.

This kid... too independent for his own good.

He approached me and raised his arms eagerly. I stepped into the tub first, then lifted him onto his floaters.

"Mama!" Sky squealed in excitement.

"Hello, my little Sky," Livana giggled from the screen. "I miss you already."

I gently pushed Sky farther away as he floated, my eyes locked on my wife.

"My love," I said calmly, "just as you predicted—she showed up right after the launch of the new advertisement and product."

"Mama!" Sky paddled toward the tablet again. I nudged him back, smirking at Livana.

"Oh, come on, Damon. Let me see my baby boy."

"Tsk." I clicked my tongue. "This little traitor is always with you. He needs time off. Your husband is right here." I gestured at myself.

Livana laughed softly.

"Anyway," she sighed. "I increased Aly’s security." Her head tilted slightly, eyes focused somewhere beyond the call—monitoring.

"Alright."

I already knew where this conversation was headed.

"If she forces you to marry her—"

"Babe, I just got literal chills." I pulled Sky closer. "Tell Mommy, Sky. Tell her what that woman did."

He babbled passionately, completely unintelligible, but Livana and I nodded seriously like we understood every word. I pushed him back to float again. He was having the time of his life.

"Hm," Livana adjusted her glasses. Reflections flickered—data, feeds, threats. "I’ll check on you later. Make sure the robot is fully charged. Sleep with Sky. Don’t leave him in the crib."

"Got it." I nodded. I pulled Sky close. "Alright, say goodbye to Mommy."

"I love you, Sky," Livana said softly.

Sky blew her another flying kiss. The look in her eyes—sparkling, warm—was rare. Precious.

"I love you, Damon."

My heart nearly stopped. I don’t deserve to hear words like that from her. I really don’t.

"I love you more, my Goddess."

She smiled and blew me a kiss. I ended the call and pulled Sky into my chest.

"Mama," he pouted.

"I know," I whispered, kissing his nose. "She’ll be with us soon."

After the bath, brushing teeth, lotion, and all the rituals, I dressed him in his Minions pajamas. I placed him on the bed and positioned a sofa on the side—just in case he rolled.

I prepared his milk. He grabbed his stuffed toy and gently patted the robot beside him.

Then the bedroom door opened.

I looked up just as it closed—almost a slam. Choco waddled in wearing pajamas.

"Coco!" Sky squealed.

Choco approached, letting out a low woof, and I checked him quickly—no bugs, no issues. I watched as my son climbed down from the bed and wrapped his arms around him tightly, burying his face in Choco’s fur like he’d been waiting for that comfort all along.

Then my phone vibrated.

A warning alert.

I frowned as I picked it up. I still hadn’t met the man Livana rescued—and now this.

Jane had been abducted.

Fuck.

I need to mobilize immediately. Find her. Get her back. Now.