Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 2251 The Traitor’s Fall

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Emmanuel yanked Teddy up like a ragdoll, his grip unrelenting. His eyes burned with cold fury. His voice was ice. “You really think a few threats will make me hesitate? You’re dead wrong.”

His fist clenched, ready to finish it.

“Wait! Hold on!” Teddy’s earlier bravado shattered. Sweat dripped down his temple as panic set in. “I’m not bluffing! I control private militias and armed forces–if I die, there’s no one to rein them in. Chanaca will be thrown into chaos!”

As he lay on the brink of death, his voice held a rare trace of sincerity. His expression, stripped of pretense, suggested he wasn’t lying.

Emmanuel hesitated for a fraction of a second. He didn’t fear some scattered rogue groups, but an uncontrolled power vacuum? That could lead to disaster. Innocent people would pay the price.

“Fine, you get one last chance. Tell me the real reason you started the war five years ago. No lies. No excuses,” he warned, voice measured.

Teddy let out a weak chuckle, stained with blood. “You already know, don’t you?”

His voice carried a sick sort of pride as he went on, “War was the only way to reclaim Chanaca’s lost land. Only then would the southern islands be ours again. Your so–called conservative leaders? Weaklings. If it were up to them, Chanaea would keep retreating until nothing was left.”

Emmanuel’s jaw clenched. “You really expect me to buy that?”

He wasn’t Jane, easily swayed by flowery speeches. He had been in the trenches, fought on the frontlines, and seen the cost of war firsthand. He knew better than anyone how the world operated.

He retorted, “You pushed Chanaea into a fight it wasn’t ready for. We weren’t strong enough to break through the island blockade five years ago. Even if we had won, the economic collapse would have set us back by decades!”

He took a step closer, his voice razor–sharp. “And who benefits from that? Westeria and the Eagle Nation. They wanted Chanaea crippled, afraid that in a few years, they wouldn’t be able to keep us down. But here’s the truth–Chanaea didn’t avoid war out of fear or weakness. It

was a calculated move, the strategy of a nation that knew when to fight and when to bide its time.”

Teddy’s smirk faltered for the first time. He knew his polished words could fool the uninformed and sway the masses, but against someone who had lived and breathed war strategy? It was laughable.

Emmanuel pressed on, “Who’s really behind you? Let me guess–a major player in Westeria? You were never fighting for Chanaea. You were just a tool. You sold your own country out for power, so cut the act.”

Teddy chuckled, shaking his head. “Sharp as ever, Emmanuel.”

There was no point in keeping up the act anymore. Emmanuel had peeled back every layer of his deception, exposing him utterly. With his body battered and his mind fraying, the secrets he had guarded for years could no longer stay buried.

My master? He’s not one of us. He’s from the Eagle Nation. The Five Sages? We don’t just work for him–we serve him. Each of us is positioned in key nations, pulling the strings behind the scenes,

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in this world. The Holy Trinity is nothing compared to us. If you kill me, they won’t just

were untouchable, the true architects of

didn’t flinch. Instead, he pulled out his phone and

recording. Every

face. He had been played. Emmanuel had

“Teddy, your scare tactics won’t work on me. I’m not some spineless coward, nor are the

out a low, humorless laugh. “You think we’re afraid?

failed him. He simply stared at Emmanuel, his usual arrogance slipping into

forward, voice steady and final. “Now, I’m sending you to meet

eyes. “Emmanuel, you can’t kill me! You wouldn’t

Emmanuel’s patience was

snapped Teddy’s head back. Blood sprayed from

didn’t end him with

would be too

This wasn’t just execution.

was justice–delivered one devastating punch at

cut deep, each syllable laced with venom. “You killed so many. You ruined lives. And you still think I won’t kill you? That I

untouchable. You think Chanaea will bow? That we’ll

nothing but a parasite. A pathetic, power–hungry

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Teddy’s ribs, harder with each blow. Blood splattered the ground,

thick in

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wished for death–anything to end the agony. However, Emmanuel wasn’t granting

who thought himself untouchable,

dead