CHAPTER 250: CHAPTER 250 I WILL KILL YOU

"Yeah," Leo said coldly, his lips curving into a humorless smile. "You should be ashamed of being her mother."

Jessica’s eyes lit up instantly, mistaking his meaning. Her fake tears glistened as she clasped her chest dramatically.

"I know, I know! I am really sorry for Bella," she said pitifully, voice trembling in practiced sorrow. "I don’t know why she would do something like this. She married into such a rich family, but her habits are still so... poor—"

Leo raised his hand slowly, silencing her. His smirk widened, sharp as a blade.

"Mrs. Aldridge... are you misunderstanding me?"

Jessica blinked. "What do you—"

"I wasn’t talking about Bella," he cut in smoothly, his tone mocking. "I was talking about your dear daughter Stella."

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Jessica froze, her smile cracking, and Stella stiffened, her head snapping up to glare at her mother for almost celebrating too soon.

"What do you mean?" Jessica asked through gritted teeth, her face twitching as she tried to hold her act.

Leo chuckled darkly, his eyes locking on Stella with a cruel glint. "What do I mean? Hm. That your daughter here tried to frame my wife—your other daughter. I should applaud her creativity. But..." His voice dropped, cold as ice. "...it was pathetic."

Whispers grew louder, spreading like wildfire through the hall. Guests leaned closer to one another, eyes darting toward Stella.

Jessica’s face drained of color as she turned toward Stella. "S-Stella...? What is he talking about?"

"Don’t pretend you don’t know." Leo’s tone lashed out, silencing Jessica instantly. He stepped forward, towering over both of them, his presence suffocating. "You raised her, didn’t you? So tell me—was it her idea to plant stolen jade on Bella, or yours? Hm?"

Jessica trembled, shaking her head furiously. "No, no, I would never—"

"Then it’s Stella," Leo said, his smile razor-sharp. His gray eyes bore into Stella, who tried to look away, but his voice followed her like chains. "Tell me, Stella... do you enjoy playing dirty games behind my back? Or is betraying your own blood the only thing you’re good at?"

The hall erupted into gasps again. Stella’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms.

"I—I don’t know what you’re talking about!" Stella stammered, trying to force tears.

Leo let out a cold laugh and Stella’s whole body shook, her lips trembled.

"And as for you, Mrs. Aldridge..." Leo straightened, his voice dripping disdain as his eyes flicked toward Jessica. "If I were you, I’d stop pretending to be a mother. You failed at it the first time—you don’t deserve the title."

Jessica’s knees nearly buckled. Her hands shook, her carefully crafted facade crumbling as people around them whispered in disgust.

Bella, watching with wide eyes, felt her heart throb painfully. She had never seen Leo so merciless, so sharp and all of it for her sake.

"And Alexa!" Leo’s voice cut through the hall like a whip, smooth but sharp enough to slice skin. His cold chuckle echoed as every eye turned to him. "What can I even say about you? You already stooped so low... because of you, your own parents nearly died in that accident. And now—today—you tried to frame an innocent girl? My wife?" His smile was thin, dangerous. "You’ve dug yourself even deeper into filth."

Alexa paled, her lips trembling as she tried to meet his gaze, but his cold gray eyes were so merciless that she looked away instantly.

Leo turned slowly, his gaze falling on Jessica. The mockery in his smirk deepened. "And you... what a shame." He said it with such finality, as if the word itself sentenced her. Jessica shivered under the weight of his disdain, her hands clenching her gown until her knuckles turned white.

Then his voice grew louder, the baritone reverberating through the silent hall. "And where do you think you’re trying to hide?"

The guests turned, following his gaze. In the far corner, Sherly flinched violently as her so-called friends stepped back, abandoning her to save themselves. Exposed, her face drained of color.

Leo’s aura darkened. His broad shoulders tensed, his jaw clenched so tight it looked ready to snap. His fists curled at his sides, veins visible against the stretch of his skin. The thought replayed in his mind—she touched Bella. She hurt Bella. Rage surged hotter. The kind that made grown men sweat in terror.

Even the air shifted, heavy with his fury. Guests shrank back, whispering nervously, some unable to even breathe properly under the weight of his aura.

Sherly’s legs buckled slightly, but she forced herself forward, wobbling toward him like a moth to fire. Her knees knocked together, her hands trembling as she whispered, "S-sir..."

Leo didn’t even glance at her. Instead, he turned slowly toward Bella. His towering figure blocked everything else from her sight.

He bent just slightly, his eyes dark and smoldering, every word dripping heat and danger as he spoke. "How do you want to punish them, hmm?"

His voice was deep, almost a growl, vibrating against the silence of the hall. The corner of his lips curved into a smile that wasn’t soft—it was feral. Protective. Possessive.

Bella’s breath caught. Her doe eyes widened, sparkling as if filled with stars. She felt her chest tighten, not with fear but with awe.

Her wolf was angry. And he was beautiful.

"I... I don’t know..." Bella muttered softly, her voice uncertain as her wide doe eyes darted between Stella, Sherly, and Alexa. All three of them were glaring daggers at her, their hatred so thick she could feel it pressing against her skin.

Before she could shrink back, Leo’s deep voice cracked the silence. "Eyes. Down."

The command rolled out like thunder. His jaw flexed, his tall frame radiating a dangerous power that silenced the hall in an instant.

How dare those ants—those pathetic women—dare to glare at his bunny?

The intensity of his aura made Alexa, Stella, and Sherly visibly tremble. Their knees wobbled as they dropped their gazes to the floor, unable to withstand his glare.

Leo’s gray eyes gleamed as he slipped his hand into his jacket, pulling out the sleek black gun in one fluid motion. The gasp that rippled through the crowd was sharp, panicked. Guests froze, their breaths catching as he raised the weapon, cold steel glinting beneath the golden chandeliers.

He aimed directly at the three women. His voice was a low growl, merciless and steady. "If Bella doesn’t punish you..." He cocked the gun, the sound echoing like a death knell. "...I will kill you three in a second."