Free Web NovelChapter 244: DEVIN’S WRATH
Third POV
Devin Wolfe loved four things in the entire world. Booze, dinosaurs, money, and his mother. All in ascending order, from booze ranking at the bottom of his love pyramid, to his mother sitting pretty at the top.
The only woman in the world who could give him all of the rest, except for dinosaurs, apparently.
But Devin was certain that if his mother could, she would resurrect the dinosaurs from extinction just for his sake — heck, she had gone as far as framing his twin brother for all his crimes, so he knew there was nothing his mom wouldn’t do for him.
The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of his apartment, casting long golden stripes across the tangled sheets.
Devin lay sprawled on his back, one arm lazily draped behind his head, the other resting possessively on Victoria’s bare hip.
She was curled against his side, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest as she caught her breath. The room smelled of expensive whiskey and her perfume.
His eyes fixed on the ceiling, a lazy, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Sex with Victoria was pretty alright. Good and familiar, but deliciously forbidden.
It was the power behind it that really did it for him. Bedding his brother’s wife while Finnegan played the loyal CEO. The thought never failed to amuse him. It just felt good having one thing over Finnegan.
He wasn’t like Finnegan. He had never been. Finnegan was their father’s golden boy. Some Heracles kind of kid, always rising above every obstacle — self-righteous, stubborn, and infuriatingly lucky. It sickened him.
Devin remembered the old days. How Finnegan would take the blame for their childhood mischiefs with that stoic expression, only to have their father praise him later for taking responsibility.
The teachers and mentors always seemed to favor him — the kid who barely smiled — even when Devin was the one working the room with charm and carefully crafted lies.
"Always the lucky one," Devin muttered, jealousy curling in his gut like smoke.
Finnegan had the company, the respect, the daughter, and now that irritating little Kellerman girl warming his bed. But not for long.
Victoria lifted her head, sensing the shift in his mood. "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing," he said smoothly, rolling her onto her back and kissing her. "Just thinking about how sweet it’ll be when I finally take everything from him."
She giggled against his mouth, her legs wrapping around his waist. "You’re terrible."
"And you love it."
His phone sat silent on the nightstand. That was odd. His mother usually called every few hours, updating him on every move. She was cold, calculating, always three steps ahead.
The fact that she hadn’t reached out since yesterday unsettled him more than he wanted to admit.
"Have you heard from Mom today?" he asked, glancing down at Victoria.
She shook her head, dragging a nail slowly down his chest. "No. We’re not scheduled to meet until tomorrow. She said she had some loose ends to tie up."
Devin’s smirk faded. "Loose ends." He sat up and reached for his phone. No missed calls. No messages. That wasn’t like Gina at all.
He dressed quickly, ignoring Victoria’s pout. "I need to check on the containment site. Stay here and keep tabs on Finnegan. Find out what he’s planning next."
"I want to come with you," she said, sitting up, the sheet slipping to her waist. "I’m tired of playing the devoted wife. I want to be with you."
Devin cupped her chin and kissed her once. "Not this time. You know how Mother is. Play your part, and very soon we won’t have to hide anymore. Once Finnegan is gone, Wolfe Corp will be mine."
"You’ll be my wife. We’ll have everything he spent fifteen years building, without lifting a finger. Just sit back and enjoy the fruits of my dear brother’s labor."
Victoria’s eyes lit with hungry excitement. She pulled him back into a kiss. "I can’t wait."
Devin left the hotel and drove to the old warehouse on the outskirts of the city — one of their secure containment points for the latest shipment of laundered funds.
The moment he stepped inside, he found his men clustered together, whispering among themselves like frightened children.
"What’s going on?" Devin demanded.
One of them hesitantly held out a phone.
The screen was flooded with headlines:
Wolfe CEO Accuses Mother of Murder Cover-Up Devin Wolfe Alive? Police Seek Twin in Connection to 15-Year-Old Case Wolfe Family Implosion: CEO vs Matriarch
Devin’s vision went red. He hurled the phone against the concrete floor, the screen exploding into fragments.
Then he grabbed the nearest man by the collar and drove his fist hard across his jaw, sending him sprawling.
"Instead of gossiping like old women, find a way to fix this!" he snarled.
The man wiped blood from his lip, eyes wide with fear. "We tried, boss. Every time we pull the articles down they get re-uploaded. The media companies aren’t listening."
Devin paced, fury boiling over. It was Finnegan. Always fucking Finnegan. The golden child who somehow managed to destroy everything, even now, even from a distance.
He yanked out his phone and called Victoria. "Change of plans. Make the divorce public. Leak everything from the separation, the affair rumors, whatever you have. Bury him and that woman. We need to flip the narrative back onto him."
Victoria’s breath caught. "But the case about that girl’s parents could surface and it’ll cost us a lot—" freeweɓnøvel.com
"It’s already out there!" Devin snapped, a vicious look of fury emblazoned on his face.
"Finnegan splashed it across every headline himself. We have nothing left to lose. Do it. Now."
He cut the call, chest heaving, jaw tight.
"Mother’s been quiet too long." He straightened his jacket, his voice dropping to something quieter and far more dangerous.
"I’m going to find her. And while I’m at it, I’ll fucking find a fucking way to get rid of that Kellerman girl permanently. She is the root of all of this."
