Stolen By My Billionaire Brother-In-Law-Chapter 80: Enora Dynar

Sebastian’s eyes widened at the accusation, his shock making Azrael’s suspicion deepen even further. Rivana, too, felt a small twinge of doubt. Something about this didn’t sit right with her. After all, it was Sebastian who had taken care of deleting all the videos recorded that day. He had stressed the importance of not missing a single person involved. So how in the world was Rafaelo able to access the video again—one that she had even deleted from his devices?

"What are you talking about?" Sebastian retorted angrily, his tone defensive.

Azrael raised an eyebrow, his expression calm yet challenging. "Then how did you know he was threatening my wife?" he asked, his voice sharp and precise.

"A common friend of mine told me!" Sebastian snapped. "He was with him last night and asked me to join Rafaelo’s party. They said he was celebrating because Rafaelo believed he’d take Rivana down using something from the past. I figured that must be the case!" His explanation was hurried, almost too eager, as he tried to clear himself.

Azrael squinted, unconvinced. Sebastian then turned to Rivana, his eyes tinged with disspointement. "Do you also suspect me, Riva?" he questioned, his tone almost hurt.

Rivana shook her head firmly. "No," she said without hesitation. Sebastian had always wanted the best for her. If there was one person from her past who had cared and tried to shield her from the Faye family’s cruelty, it was him and his grandmother. She couldn’t bring herself to believe otherwise.

Sebastian glared at Azrael, his frustration evident. In his mind, Azrael was responsible for all of this mess. Rivana’s suffering, both now and in the future, would be because of him. He clenched his fists but chose to hold his tongue.

"Let’s meet some other time," Sebastian said, his voice cooler now as he addressed Rivana. With Azrael present, he felt they couldn’t talk freely. When Rivana nodded with a small smile, he added, "There’s also someone who wants to meet you."

"Who?" Azrael asked immediately, cutting off Rivana’s chance to respond.

"Someone close to her," Sebastian replied cryptically. Smiling at Rivana, he continued, "How about we go out for dinner tonight? I’ll book a spot."

Rivana glanced up at Azrael, noticing the clear disapproval etched onto his face. His lips were pressed into a firm line, and his gaze darkened. Smiling mischievously, she decided to tease him a little. "Sure. Send me the address," she agreed gingerly.

Sebastian’s smile widened, and with a nod, he left the space. Azrael grunted in disapproval, his glare following the man’s retreating back. He found him utterly insufferable.

Rivana held back a chuckle at his expression. "He’s my close friend. You can’t treat him like that," she complained lightly.

"He’s suspicious," Azrael replied curtly, his jaw tightening.

Rivana chuckled at his huff. "Or are you jealous of him?" she teased, tilting her head playfully. When Azrael didn’t respond, she added reassuringly, "You don’t need to worry so much about him. He has always been more like a brother to me."

’Was it the same case for him?’ Azrael thought darkly, unconvinced. It didn’t seem that way at all, and he made a mental note to have his men dig deeper into Sebastian’s background.

"Alright. Stop scowling at him, will you?" Rivana tried to break his train of thought. Clinging to his arm, she murmured softly, "I’m hungry."

Azrael sighed softly and nodded, his expression easing slightly. He guided her out of the building, his hand protectively on hers. Their chauffeur was already waiting by the car, and once they were seated inside, he quickly drove away.

Callum had made sure everything was arranged perfectly. He had reserved a table for Azrael and Rivana at one of the city’s most lavish and sought-after restaurants while he took the others to a different location, ensuring they wouldn’t cross paths.

Azrael escorted Rivana inside the grand venue. The restaurant exuded sophistication—the marble flooring gleamed under soft, golden lighting, and intricately designed chandeliers hung elegantly from the high ceiling. The walls were adorned with abstract art, and lush, velvet drapes framed the wide glass windows, offering a scenic view of the bustling city below.

At the entrance, the manager and a few chefs were lined up, their faces lighting up as soon as the couple approached. Callum’s call earlier had left the restaurant owner thrilled; after all, receiving a reservation directly from Mr. Dynar’s assistant was nothing short of an honor. They were certain their reputation would soar and business would boom in the coming days.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Dynar," the manager greeted with a pleasant smile, bowing slightly. "It’s such an honor to have you here."

Azrael nodded politely, his hand placed lightly on Rivana’s back as they were escorted to a private room. A small entourage of chefs and servers followed them, eager to ensure their comfort.

The private room was nothing short of magnificent. It was spacious, designed for grandeur meetings, with a beautifully polished round table at the center. Warm lighting from ornate fixtures bathed the room in a soft glow, while the rich, gold-accented decor gave it a regal touch. The large windows were draped with heavy, embroidered curtains that added to the room’s exclusivity.

Azrael pulled out a chair for Rivana, who smiled and sat before he took his seat next to her. He poured a glass of water and passed it to her, his action subtle but caring. The women among the staff exchanged knowing glances, unable to suppress their smiles at his thoughtfulness.

Rivana took a sip of the water, realizing how thirsty she had been. She had been licking her lips absentmindedly for a while, and Azrael’s slight smirk told her he had noticed, making her smile in return.

The head chef stepped forward, presenting the menu with a courteous bow. Azrael handed it to Rivana, who placed the glass aside and began skimming through the options.

"Should we order Italian?" Rivana suggested, glancing at Azrael for approval.

"Anything you wish," Azrael replied, his tone gentle. Rivana smiled and selected a few dishes, which the chef promptly noted on his tablet.

"Don’t add mushrooms. She’s allergic to them," Azrael instructed firmly, glancing at the chef.

Rivana’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to know about her allergy. The memories of her time with Viktor surfaced—he would often forget, and once, during a business meeting after their marriage, she had ended up in the hospital after eating something she was allergic to. Instead of apologizing, Viktor and his family had berated her for disrupting the meeting. After that incident, she had stopped attending such events altogether.

Once the order was finalized, the chef nodded. "We will serve you in a few minutes. Until then, please enjoy these mocktails," he said as the servers brought in two beautifully garnished drinks. His words pulled Rivana out of her thoughts, and she smiled politely. The chef gave a slight bow before exiting with the staff, leaving the couple alone.

"How did you know I was allergic to them?" Rivana asked, her curiosity piqued.

Azrael glanced at her, a faint frown tugging at his lips. "You used to put all the mushrooms into my plate," he replied, his tone hinting at nostalgia.

Rivana nodded, a smile tugging at her lips as she recalled the times they had shared during their childhood. There were even moments when Azrael would pick them out of her plate and set them aside so she could eat comfortably. The thought made her heart flutter—he still remembered.

She took a sip of her drink, savoring its tangy sweetness. "Do you need to go back to Draxton?" she asked. The incident with Rafaelo had dragged him away from an important matter.

Azrael shook his head. "That old man will handle it," he said, referring to his uncle Ezekiel Dynar.

Rivana smiled, relieved that he wouldn’t be leaving her side. "When will he return?" she asked again, curious about Ezekiel’s plans.

"Quite soon," Azrael replied. Ever since he had learned Rivana would be taking over the Fayes, Ezekiel could barely contain his excitement. According to Callum, the old man had even prepared a congratulatory gift for her.

"What about his daughter?" Rivana inquired, recalling Enora Dynar. Their first encounter during the wedding party remained vivid in her memory. Enora had shown up and acted like a bitch, before Ezakiel took away and locked his bratty daughter.

"He might bring her back," Azrael said, his tone dropping slightly. "She’s quite troublesome, and it’s dangerous to leave her alone there." It was also because a reputable mafia organization were waiting for a chance to kill her and with him not around, they would dare to be stupid and try their luck.

Rivana nodded and murmured, "I hope we can get along." While she wasn’t the type to tolerate rude behavior, she didn’t want Ezekiel to feel uncomfortable if there was tension between them.

"Ignore her," Azrael stated bluntly. When Rivana looked at him questioningly, he added, "She will hate anyone close to me."

"Why?" Rivana asked, wondering if it had to do with Marisa, her friend whom Azrael had humiliated weeks ago. "Is it because you didn’t marry her best friend?"

Azrael shook his head, hinting there was a stronger reason behind it. He wasn’t sure how Rivana would react to it but he also couldn’t hide things from her for long. She needed to know what kind of power he had and also the potential dangers that she would be pulled into because of it. Turning to her, he replied, "I killed someone she loved very much."