Chapter 371: A Blackwood’s Fury

Ethan....

The last wire was ripped from the walls, the final camera shattered under my boot. My men moved swiftly, sweeping up every trace of the violation. No evidence left behind. No second chances.

I gave a final nod, and my team silently exited, leaving just me, Classic, and Amal in the room.

The air was heavy. Classic stood by the window, arms tense, his jaw clenched. He was pissed.

Amal sat back down, folding her hands in her lap, her expression unreadable. But I noticed her nails pressing into her palm. She wasn't as calm as she wanted to appear.

I exhaled. "Room's clean."

Classic turned, his blue eyes burning with restrained fury. "Who gave the order?"

"Saudi intelligence," I said flatly. "The official excuse was 'tradition'—making sure the marriage was legitimate in the eyes of their council." I scoffed. "Bullshit. It was about control."

Amal flinched at that, but Classic didn't take his eyes off me. "Does my father know?"

I nodded. "He's handling it."

A slow, dangerous smirk spread across Classic's face. "Good."

I knew that look. Someone was going to pay for this.

But Amal finally spoke, her voice softer, yet edged with something sharp. "Will my father face consequences for this?"

Classic's gaze flicked to her. "Shouldn't he?"

She inhaled, steadying herself. "I won't defend this. But you know this isn't just his doing. His advisors… the intelligence branch… they were all involved."

Classic took a step closer, eyes locked onto hers. "And yet, he allowed it."

Amal didn't look away. "Yes."

For a moment, there was nothing but silence between them. Two royals. Two legacies. Bound together—but already at war.

I cleared my throat. "Chris will deal with the Saudis. But if you want my advice?" I glanced at Classic. "You need to make a statement. Now. Before anyone thinks they can pull something like this again."

Classic exhaled, rolling his shoulders like he was releasing some of the rage boiling inside him. Then, his smirk returned—colder this time.

"I know exactly how to make a statement."

I raised a brow. "Oh?"

He turned to Amal. "Pack a bag."

She blinked. "What?"

"We're leaving," Classic said. "Tonight."

I frowned. "Leaving where?"

Classic's smirk deepened. "Back to Washington."

Amal's eyes widened slightly. "But the royal tour—"

"Can wait," Classic interrupted. "They wanted proof of this marriage? They wanted to test me?" He scoffed. "Then I'll remind them exactly who they married their princess to."

I chuckled. Oh, this was going to be fun.