The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 587 - 628: The Negotiation Broke Down, and the Son Couldn’t be Found
After all this commotion, Paige Desmond couldn’t sleep anymore.
Feeling a tightness in her chest, she put on her clothes, got up, and decided to go for a walk to get some fresh air.
As she slowly opened the door, a man suddenly appeared, startling her. Squinting, she realized it was Kiya. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
Why was he here? Wasn’t he supposed to be gone?
"Princess Consort!"
"Who is your Princess Consort!" This man knew how to play tricks now too!
"Of course, it’s you!"
"Your Princess Consort is the Princess of Pelindi, not me!"
Paige’s face darkened, and she immediately tried to close the door. However, Kiya was quick, wedging half his body in the doorway so she couldn’t close the door.
"Let’s talk!"
"We have nothing to talk about!"
She pushed him, trying to push him out and close the door on him. But Paige’s strength was no match for a grown man.
"Get out!" she said angrily.
Kiya suddenly embraced her, carried her back inside, and closed the door with a flick of his foot.
"Kiya, let go of me! What are you trying to do?"
"I’m not doing anything. I just want to talk to you. Since you won’t see me, I had to resort to some less honorable means."
"Fine," she said, her voice like ice. "Let’s talk."
Her face was cold, and even though she was in his embrace, she refused to spare him a glance. As he held the woman in his arms, the long-empty space in his heart finally felt full.
"Don’t be angry. Come back with me. The Imperial Palace is so big; without you there, it feels too lonely..."
"You can marry more wives. Like your father, marry dozens of them, let them bear you dozens of children, and then you won’t be lonely anymore." Her voice was sharp, mocking him, though only she knew the depth of her own pain and sorrow.
The prince and princess’s married life was not a happy one.
Kiya was busy with official duties. While the harem was free of troublesome women, a domineering mother-in-law constantly meddled in their lives.
Now, they had taken Dylan away, and Kiya was to marry a Pelindi princess. She could no longer find any reason to endure or persevere.
"...Marrying the Princess of Pelindi wasn’t my intention. Mother was just... we only have Dylan. His health isn’t good, and in all these years, you haven’t had any other children besides him. Mother is just worried that if, Heaven forbid, something were to happen to Dylan, there would be no heir."
Kiya was considering the bigger picture. In his view, neither he nor Paige was wrong.
Paige shoved Kiya away forcefully. Caught off guard, he stumbled back. "Princess Consort!" he shouted angrily.
"Get out!" Paige was so furious she felt her lungs might explode. This man, his words implied they needed more children, just in case Dylan met an untimely end! "Get out!" she seethed. "Stop your pretense! I must have been blind to marry you!"
This was a total rejection of their relationship. Kiya had his pride. After all these years, the woman before him was still so disobedient.
"Princess Consort, do you know what you’re saying?"
"Kiya, I want a divorce! I’ve had enough! I don’t want to be your Princess Consort anymore!" She spoke quickly, her voice firm and resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Let me tell you, divorce is impossible!"
Paige turned away, giving Kiya her cold back. Kiya said angrily, "Fine! You don’t want to return to the palace, do you? Then don’t ever come back!"
"Your Highness, it’s time. We should be going back," an attendant reminded him.
Kiya didn’t move, his gaze fixed on her back. He didn’t understand; she looked so soft, so gentle, yet why was she so stubborn to the core?
"I’ll ask you one last time, are you coming back to the palace with me or not?"
"No!"
Her voice was like a dagger, attempting to sever the ties between them. Kiya’s voice was like frost as he said, "Don’t regret this!"
Kiya had come by moonlight, and by moonlight, he departed.
"Where’s Dylan?"
"The young prince is missing."
Kiya stopped in his tracks. "Find him!" he ordered. He had to take Dylan with him. He couldn’t believe she could truly bear to never see Dylan again for the rest of her life; she doted on him so much.
"Your Highness, our time is short. If we don’t return to the palace soon..."
"Find him!" Kiya was furious, like an enraged lion, ready to be provoked by the slightest thing.
"Yes, sir!"
Kiya’s men searched Desmond Manor for Dylan, but they had no idea where he was hiding. No matter how hard they tried, he wouldn’t reveal himself.
"Sixth Master, should we stop them?" Walter Klein asked.
Even if Kiya was a prince, barging into Desmond Manor and searching so extensively without the owner’s permission was extremely impolite.
"No worries, let him search." Adrian Desmond displayed an unusually good temper, so much so that Walter glanced at him in disbelief.
A smirk played on his lips, a smile of schadenfreude, as he murmured, "The feeling of looking for someone isn’t pleasant..."
Walter looked up at Adrian and, after a moment’s thought, understood. Adrian himself had once practically turned the world upside down searching for Sienna Johnson.
Now, seeing Kiya so frantically searching, Adrian must have been reminded of his past self. Kiya was going through the same thing Adrian had. Understanding this, Adrian could tolerate the prince’s impudence in Desmond Manor.
"If we hide here, do you really think my father can’t find me?"
"Of course not! This is my secret base!"
It turned out Dylan had hidden with Curly. They were currently concealed in a kitchen cabinet, their small bodies easily tucked away.
"Dylan, why don’t you want to go home with your father?"
Dylan said with a smile, "I want to be with my mom. If I go home with my dad, I won’t get to see my mom anymore."
Curly confidently patted her chest. "Don’t worry, you’re with me! I won’t let anyone take you away! This is my turf; I call the shots here."
"Mhm."
"Shh... someone’s coming."
KNOCK, KNOCK. Someone rapped on the cabinet door. "Miss, they’ve found their way here. We need to move to another hiding spot."
The cabinet door opened, revealing a small head. "Quick, let’s hide somewhere else."
Curly pulled Dylan out of the cabinet. Dylan was frail and coughed lightly. Looking at the thin boy, Curly said to Connie, "Brother, carry him. He can’t run anymore."
"Alright." Curly’s words were commands, and Connie obeyed unconditionally.
The three children hid in another place before the adults arrived.
It was Adrian Desmond’s Hunting Exhibition Room.
In his younger days, Adrian Desmond had loved hunting. The room was filled with his trophies, taxidermied to be strikingly lifelike. They were so realistic that a sudden glance could be quite startling.
