Perfect! I've gone through your Chapter 6 and smoothed it out while keeping all your plot points, drama, and Jaycen's dark, commanding vibe intact. Here's the edited version:
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Chapter 6 – Edited Version
JAYCEN POV
Her fragile body fell into my arms. Panic, confusion, and fear washed over me. She must have had a panic attack. I held her gently, feeling the tension in her muscles and the faint tremble of her breathing.
"Take her inside," I said to one of my men. He lifted her carefully, cautious not to harm her. I could see the fear in his eyes—they knew the rule: once I wanted something, it didn't get hurt.
I turned to her father. Rage burned behind my calm exterior, but my voice stayed steady.
"Sit," I commanded, my tone both authoritative and cold.
He hesitated, then was forced into the chair. "Jaycen… leave her out of this," he spat, masking fear with bravado. "I'll end you if you try anything."
I leaned back slightly, keeping the upper hand. "Why do you care so much about her," I asked, my voice low and deliberate, "when all you've ever done is use her as a political asset?"
His face went pale. "How dare you accuse me of that? I would never… I… I love her, yes, I do!"
I smirked internally. Typical Nathaniel—always wanting perfection, always expecting everyone to bend. He couldn't even admit fully that he loved his own daughter.
"You know I know what you did," I said, leaning forward, eyes boring into his.
"What do you mean?" His frown deepened.
"I know why your little trip to France wasn't just a vacation," I continued, slow and deliberate. "You and the Mayor… you're playing in the wrong den."
He froze. Words failed him.
I chuckled darkly. "You came here without any acknowledgment, without strategy. Just like always."
His chest rose and fell as he tried to steady himself. "Look… I'm sorry if I came unannounced, but I cannot let you marry my daughter. You'll ruin everything—my image!"
I laughed—a low, sharp sound. "Your image? I could destroy it in three seconds. That's crazy, isn't it?"
I leaned closer, voice dropping to a deadly calm. "Here's the deal, Nathaniel: I will marry your daughter. She will be comfortable, safe, and at home. In return, you give me what I've always wanted."
He blinked, stunned.
"You and I both have power—connections, influence. You have dealings with Jarlock. I could have handled him myself, but I don't want a bloody meeting. I want him delivered to me—safe, without chaos. That's what you'll provide."
He paled further. "Jaycen… Jarlock? That man is my enemy. Are you… trying to end me? If he finds out I brought you to him…"
I leaned back, smirking. "Relax. He'll pay for what he owes me. And don't worry, you'll remain safe."
He hesitated, offering excuses, stammering. Eventually, he nodded reluctantly. "Fine… just… just ensure she's safe. Or else…"
I stood, towering over him, voice low and deadly. "Or else what, Nathaniel? You couldn't even prevent the 'accident'—the one that almost killed her. How did that work out for you?"
His eyes widened. "You… planned it?!" He slammed the table, chair tipping slightly backward. "She would have died—my only daughter, my only child!"
I let the words hang in the air, savoring the tension. "And yet, here she is. Alive. Safe. Because I wanted her. Not you. Not your politics. Me."
I walked toward the garden gate, glancing back once. "You better remember this, Nathaniel. Vengeance is coming—and when it hits, you'll know who controls the board."
As I left the garden, a shift settled in the air—heavier than the weight of the deal. This wasn't just a marriage arrangement. It was a power play, a test of loyalty, and a prelude to the chaos that would follow.
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Today was satisfying, but the work never ends. As CEO of Aurelius Corp, I had responsibilities that demanded precision and control. This family company had been forcefully taken, clawed back by my own hands. I smirked at the memory.
I approached the front door. My tiger, Raphael, looked annoyed.
"What is it?" he growled. His low tone carried both impatience and concern.
"Your brother will be back soon, Raphael." I reassured him.
He remained tense for a moment, then relaxed slightly. I released the chain. "Come on. Let's go for a stroll. I'm glad she hasn't seen you yet."
"Keys," I said to a man on standby. He handed them over. I opened the door for Raphael to enter. He sat down but bent low, as if calculating his surroundings. I climbed into the driver's seat, opened the car roof, and started the engine.
The gate opened. I drove out, cold air brushing my face. Raphael sat alert beside me, watching, his presence commanding attention. People stared. Cars slowed. A well-known Mafia boss with a tiger—fear followed wherever I went.
I drove to a private farmland, parked, and stepped out. Raphael's eyes darkened as he surveyed the open land—sheep, cows, and goats roaming freely. He reminded me of my enemies: walking free, unaware I could end them at any moment, yet I chose patience.
"Patience, Raphael. We came here to spend time together." He growled almost sarcastically and strutted ahead.
I glanced back at the farmer overseeing the land. "How's it going?" I asked casually.
"Everything's improved, sir. Animals are healthy, crops growing well. We'll need fertilizer for the next batch."
I made a low hum of approval. "Good. Keep watch for Jarlock. Call me if anything changes."
I turned back to the field. Ralph was gone. "Ralph?" I called.
"Sir…" the farmer replied, pointing. Ralph was already hunting.
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"How do you feel after that?" I asked him.
He crouched, jaws near his prey, then turned to me. His message was clear: satisfaction.
I chuckled. Naughty tiger.
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By the time we returned, darkness had fallen. She must be awake. I followed, Raphael padding behind, and approached her room. Claret, the elderly maid, appeared at the door.
"Good evening, sir," she greeted. "Is she awake?"
"She just finished dinner. Should I bring yours?"
"Bring the oil Amber gave you to the room, Raphael already had dinner."
Raphael growled at her, and I knew their tension was mutual. I walked upstairs, he close behind, and opened her door.
She sat on the bed, Bible in hand. When she noticed me, her innocent eyes widened. Then she saw Raphael.
Her reaction was instantaneous.
And then
"AHHHHH!"