Stolen By My Billionaire Brother-In-Law-Chapter 92: Protecting Her Daughter

Rivana looked at Azrael, his voice so cold that it sent a shiver down her spine, momentarily intimidating her. "What are you going to do?" she asked, her curiosity outweighing her hesitation.

Azrael looked down at her, his expression softening for a brief second before a devilish smirk lit up his lips. "You’ll have to wait and see," he replied.

Rivana pouted in response, which brought a smile to Azrael’s face. Kissing the top of her head, he pulled her closer, his strong arms wrapping around her tightly. Rivana didn’t press him further, letting his warmth ease away her worries.

There hadn’t been a single day since her rebirth when she could truly relax and live like any ordinary human. Thoughts of leaving everything behind crossed her mind frequently, but she couldn’t abandon the battles she had started halfway. Knowing Azrael would always be beside her gave her the courage to push through it all.

Rivana shifted slightly, resting her head on Azrael’s chest. "I hate how complicated everything’s become," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t want to wake up and start another day." She grumbled softly.

"You can take a day off," Azrael replied, his fingers gently combing through her hair. "Maybe a small vacation. It’ll help you clear your mind."

Rivana shook her head and sighed. "There’s not just one, but two companies I need to manage. It’s impossible to take even a half-day leave," she added.

Azrael knew how taxing it was to manage two branches of Draxton Automobiles. He was accustomed to the pressure, but Rivana, who had just stepped into the business world, wasn’t. He made a mental note to find a way to ease her burden quickly.

"Sleep for a while," he coaxed her. "I’ll wake you up after sunrise."

"No." Rivana shook her head, clinging to him tightly. "You’ll disappear once I doze off." It had happened repeatedly in the past few days, and she dreaded waking up to the news of him flying away for yet another emergency.

Azrael chuckled softly, his laughter vibrating through his chest. "I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here when you wake up," he assured her. When Rivana looked up, he gently pecked her cheek and added, "Get some sleep. You look like a ghost right now."

Rivana lightly hit his chest at the remark, but couldn’t argue—he was right. She needed to recharge to handle the ten more problems tomorrow would undoubtedly bring. Sighing, she snuggled closer to him. "Good night," she whispered before closing her eyes.

Azrael patted her back, coaxing her to sleep with slow, rhythmic movements. Within minutes, Rivana’s breathing evened out, her hand still clutching his waist tightly.

Azrael gazed down at her, his heart feeling lighter. Her face glowed softly under the bedlamp, her gentle snores filling the room. She looked peaceful, unburdened by the weight of the world, and he wished for the moment to stretch for eternity.

Just then, his phone buzzed. Moving slightly, he picked it up from the nightstand. He declined the call and put the phone on silent. Rivana had just fallen asleep, and he didn’t want to disturb her.

[We are moving with the mission.]

Callum texted him after two rejected calls, fuming at being forced to work even late at night. He was convinced he would die of overwork at this rate, all because of Azrael’s relentless demands.

[Make sure to finish it before sunrise. I want no mistakes.]

Azrael replied curtly before setting the phone aside. On the other end, Callum muttered a string of curses before refocusing on his mission. With only two hours to complete it, he knew failure wasn’t an option—Azrael’s wrath would be far worse than exhaustion.

"All right, boys! Let’s wrap this up quickly," Callum commanded his men. They nodded and hopped into the car, ready to get the job done.

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[Faye Mansion]

Amerie entered Rubina’s room to find the lights still on and the food on the tray untouched. She gestured for the maid to take it away and ordered her to bring something warm to drink for the emotional wreck on the bed.

"Throwing tantrums won’t change the truth, Ruby," Amerie said softly, her voice calm and calculated. Rubina was more sensitive and pampered compared to Rivana, who had faced tough battles and learned resilience. Handling Rubina with a heavy hand would only backfire.

Rubina didn’t respond. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the wall as though Amerie didn’t exist. Her eyes were swollen and heavy from crying, but she stubbornly stayed awake, clinging to the faint hope that Rafaelo would come to her rescue. He was her brother, after all—surely, he wouldn’t care about her true parentage.

"Rubina, please," Amerie urged, her patience thinning. "You haven’t eaten all day. You’ll make yourself sick."

Rubina finally turned her head, glaring at Amerie with piercing eyes. "Just looking at you makes me sick. Get out!" she spat, her voice cold and sharp.

Amerie clenched her fists, suppressing the urge to react harshly. "Fine. But if you still want to win Viktor’s heart, you’ll need to accept that I am your mother. Only then can I help you." She played her last card.

Rubina’s fury wavered as curiosity sparked in her eyes. "But weren’t you against the marriage?" she questioned bitterly. When she had confessed her love for Viktor and expressed her wish to marry him, Rivana, Emmerich, Rafaelo, and even Amerie had opposed it vehemently.

"Circumstances have changed," Amerie replied sternly. "He’s the only key to clearing this mess. If you still want this, you’ll have to cooperate with me."

Just then, the maid returned with a glass of milk. Amerie took it and walked over to Rubina. "So if you want to marry Viktor, you need to behave and listen to me." She handed her the glass. "Drink this and get some rest."

Rubina hesitated for a moment, her chest heaving with anger. She hated being Amerie’s daughter, but deep down, she couldn’t deny that Amerie had always protected her. Perhaps she could trust her this time too. Grabbing the glass, Rubina locked eyes with Amerie. "You’d better keep your word," she warned before drinking the warm milk.

Amerie smiled in satisfaction. Once Rubina finished, she took the glass and handed it to the maid. Helping Rubina lie down, she switched off the lights. "Get some sleep," Amerie said before leaving the room with the maid.

Rubina’s vision blurred as the room spun faintly. Ignoring it as exhaustion, she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.

Rubina had no idea how long she had been sleeping, her mind floating in what seemed like a fluffy cloud. It was as if time had stopped, leaving her in a state of weightless oblivion. Her sleep was peaceful, undisturbed, and deep. But the tranquility was shattered abruptly when Amerie’s voice echoed through the room.

"It’s almost 11! Wake up!" Amerie grumbled, patting Rubina’s cheek lightly. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Rubina stirred faintly but showed no signs of waking. Amerie frowned, her worry deepening with each passing second. She had come to check on her a few hours earlier, trying to wake her, but Rubina had remained motionless, sleeping as though under anesthesia. Amerie had assumed she was simply exhausted and instructed the maids not to disturb her. But now, seeing her still lifelessly asleep, an unsettling anxiety began to creep in.

"Let me sleep a little longer," Rubina muttered weakly, pulling the sheets over her face. Her voice was hoarse, barely audible.

Amerie sighed in relief, reassured by Rubina’s response. For a brief moment, she had feared the worst. She walked over to the windows, pulling the curtains open to let in the sunlight. The room flooded with brightness, and Rubina groaned loudly, squinting in discomfort. "Close them!" she grumbled, rubbing her eyes in frustration.

"Get ready. We’re going shopping today," Amerie declared firmly, ignoring Rubina’s complaints. "Aldona Hugon’s birthday is coming up, and we need to make use of it."

Rubina sighed heavily, running her hands through her tangled hair. Her grogginess persisted, and her eyes felt sore as though needles had pricked them repeatedly. Blinking several times, she attempted to focus, but her vision remained shrouded in darkness.

A wave of panic surged through her chest, her breath hitching as she struggled to make sense of the situation. Frantically rubbing her eyes with her palms, she tried again—but the darkness remained unrelenting.

"No!" Rubina’s cry pierced the silence, startling Amerie, who turned around immediately. She rushed over, her expression shifting from irritation to concern. "What’s wrong?" she asked, sitting beside Rubina and gripping her arm gently.

Rubina stared aimlessly into the void, her hands flailing as she tried to locate Amerie. "I... I can’t see anything!" she choked out, her voice trembling with fear.

"What?" Amerie frowned deeply, her worry intensifying. She leaned closer, checking Rubina’s pulse and breathing. Both were normal, but her panic felt far from it. "It might be because of all the crying. Let’s get you to a doctor."

Rubina shook her head vehemently, tears spilling from her eyes as dread consumed her. "I can’t see you! I can’t see anything!" she wailed, her sobs echoing through the room. "It feels like I’ve really gone blind!"