His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 35: molding him into the perfect son

Chapter 35- Molding him into the perfect son

Declan's POV

I watched the guard as he was telling Tyler that his mom was okay , my patience wearing thin with every second he stood there, fidgeting like a scolded pup. His eyes darted around, his fingers twitching at his sides, his nervous energy filling the space between us like a thick fog.

Pathetic.

I had always known this one lacked the spine for the kind of work I required, but today, his incompetence was particularly grating. He couldn't even pretend to be composed. Not even a sliver of confidence in his stance. I wasn't in the mood for this—if I needed to replace him, it would be easier to simply remove him permanently.

He was older than Tyler by at least fifteen years, yet he cowered like a child in front of him.

. Declan Lancaster. The man who had built his empire on fear and control. And yet, this guard—a supposed grown man—stood before him, trembling as if he was the Grim Reaper himself.

I exhaled sharply, a mixture of disgust and irritation curling inside . Where the hell did I even find him? Why had I hired soone with the emotional strength of wet paper?

Our eyes t, and my glare alone had him bowing his head in submission. Good. At least he knew his place. But still, his weak deanor was becoming a liability. If Tyler caught on to any of this—if he even got the slightest whiff of doubt—my plans could crumble. I needed my son to trust , and that required a perfectly controlled environnt.

The only reason Tyler was here was because of . I had orchestrated everything—the masked n, the threats, the fear. All of it. It had worked. I had forced them into a position where they had no choice but to bring Tyler to . Yet, the boy was as stubborn as his damn mother.

Beatrice.

I barely suppressed a sneer at the thought of her.

Her existence complicated things. If it weren't for her, Tyler would have already started to see things my way. But no—he clung to her like so sacred guardian, refusing to acknowledge the reality I was offering him.

I had assured him that she would be fine, but of course, he didn't believe . His mother had poisoned him against , filling his head with lies. It was frustrating. I was the one doing what was best for him, but he was too blinded by misplaced loyalty to see it.

The truth was, if sothing did happen to Beatrice... I wouldn't care.

Not one bit.

In fact, it would be better for if she disappeared entirely.

Then, I could have Tyler to myself. I could mold him into the man he was ant to be. I could turn him into my right hand, my legacy. Without her interference, he would finally understand that all I had ever wanted was for him to take his rightful place by my side.

But no, she wouldn't leave. She refused to be erased. Always lingering, always pulling Tyler further away from .

And what did he do? He went out of his way to force to secure a place for her, making sure she was safe.

That ungrateful little—

I took a breath, forcing the anger to simr down. I had to be careful. Tyler was suspicious enough already. I couldn't afford to push him too far. Not yet.

He was my son. My blood. He was supposed to stand beside , not against .

Didn't he see how many people would kill to have a father like ?

Didn't he realize how lucky he was?

But no—he was blinded by whatever nonsense his mother had drilled into him. He still saw as the villain, refusing to acknowledge that I had done nothing wrong.

Even leaving him and his mother wasn't wrong. It was normal for n to leave when they wanted. n owned their hos. They dictated the rules. If I had walked away, it was because I chose to, and I had every right to return whenever I saw fit.

Tyler acted like I had committed so unforgivable cri. Calling wicked, heartless.

He hadn't even seen true wickedness yet.

He and his mother were overreacting, blowing everything out of proportion.

And still, he refused to forgive .

The mont we stepped inside, Naomi was there, her face stretched into an overly bright smile. It was the kind of greeting that reeked of obligation rather than sincerity and I can't bla her, I was the one that warned her to be super nice to Tyler

I knew why she was doing it. I had made it very clear that she was to treat Tyler well..

Naomi greeted warmly, but the second she opened her mouth to comnt on how much Tyler looked like , He shut her down imdiately.

I clenched my jaw as Tyler's words cut through the air.

Naomi, the fool, was staring at him like he'd just grown a second head, and I—well, I wasn't sure whether to be amused or irritated by my son's relentless defiance.

Did he not realize how fortunate he was?

Did he not understand that I was his father? That no matter how much he hated , he was mine?

I studied him as he turned to , his expression blank but his eyes burning with sothing far stronger than re annoyance.

"Are you just going to let stand here, or are you going to show my room?" he asked.

Tyler's POV

I turned to Declan, arms crossed, staring him down. "So what? You expect to just stand here all night?" I asked, my voice flat. "Or are you actually going to show where I'm staying?"

Declan blinked, as if he'd forgotten I existed for a second, then wordlessly stepped past . Typical. No apology, no acknowledgnt—just straight to doing whatever suited him. I rolled my eyes and followed.

We started climbing the stairs, and after what felt like forever, I frowned. Where the hell were we going? A different wing of the mansion? A hidden tower? A secret underground bunker?

Another minute passed. Then another.

I exhaled sharply, unable to hold back any longer. "Is my room in another city or sothing?"

Declan shot a glance but didn't stop walking. He barely even reacted. "We're almost there," he said coolly, like I was so impatient child. "Take a chill pill."

I clenched my jaw but didn't say anything else. It wasn't worth the energy. I just wanted to get this over with.

Finally, after what felt like we had traveled across an entire damn continent, he stopped in front of a door. With a casual wave of his hand, he gestured at it. "This is your room. If you need anything, let us know."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, sure. Let you know. By walking all the way back to wherever the hell you'll be? Yeah, no thanks. I think I'll pass."

Declan ignored my sarcasm, as usual. "Your suit, tie, and shoes will be delivered early in the morning," he said.

Then, as if he hadn't ruined my life enough already, he added, "Don't forget—my wedding is tomorrow. You're my man of honor, so you need to wake up early."

I scoffed. "So what, if I don't wake up on ti, I get to opt out? Great. I'll be sure to sleep in."