Call Off The Wedding!

Watching the two of them fawn over each other, I felt a sudden wave of disgust.

Yves clearly had someone he loved, yet for profit's sake, he had chosen to marry me. If I hadn't discovered the truth, I would have walked straight into the wolf's den.

Yves was far too skilled at wearing masks.

I didn't want to see his face anymore. Anger twisting my expression, I moved to shut the door.

He caught the motion instantly, thrusting a hand against the doorframe to stop me. His face darkened as he barked a command, "Pack your things and leave! Now!"

A short laugh escaped me, edged with helpless irony.

"How strange. This is my villa. Why should I leave?"

His voice cracked like a whip. "Nonsense! How could your family possibly afford a villa? Don't think that just because the wedding's off, I'll hand this house over to you. This is my family's property. You're not worthy of it."

My expression hardened. "And you're talking nonsense. Looking down on people just because you have money. Are you sick in the head?"

I raised my voice deliberately. "This house belongs to me. If you don't believe it, ask your parents. Stop hovering at my door."

Fury simmered in his face. His hand lifted, ready to strike me, but when he met the cold defiance in my eyes, he froze.

His gaze narrowed. Lips pressed thin, he fell into thought.

Nina seized the chance to interject. "Your parents wouldn't agree to giving a villa to an outsider."

Yves nodded, his tone iron-hard. "Exactly. One way or another, the house must be returned."

The bodyguards he'd brought, seeing I refused to yield, muttered impatiently, "Sir, don't waste time talking. Just throw her out."

"That's right, she's clearly greedy."

"Sir, let's kidnap her and sell her to a foreign country. Then she'll never bother you again."

Yves hesitated, then gave a curt nod.

The bodyguards lunged, grabbing me to drag me away.

If I tolerated this, then I truly would be the world's biggest fool.

With swift precision, I twisted free of their grip, my body as flexible as a snake. My fists lashed out, and in moments, several bodyguards lay sprawled on the ground.

Shock flickered across Yves's face. He had never expected me to fight back.

I met his stare, cold and unflinching.

"So what if you have wealth and power? That doesn't mean you can solve everything in this world."

His expression darkened. Wariness crept into his gaze. After a few seconds, realization dawned.

"So you were hiding your strength all along."

I pressed my lips together and said nothing.

He gave a cold snort, disdain curling his voice. "Then let me show you today—no matter how strong you are, in the face of power and influence, you're nothing. You want this villa? I'll make sure you don't get it."

Turning, he addressed the construction crew with chilling indifference.

"Do it. Level the place to the ground."

Engines roared to life. The crew moved instantly.

Stunned, I stared at him, my voice dropping to an icy pitch.

"Are you insane, Yves? Do you really think you're some untouchable bigshot who can do whatever they want?"

He smiled with arrogant pride. "Of course. You shouldn't have crossed me. I hate disobedient women the most."

Nina's tone brimmed with malice, her words drawn out in gloating delight.

"Lucy, scared now? If you are, kneel and apologize. Otherwise, once we finish tearing down this villa, you'll be the next thing we destroy."

Disgust surged through me. "Shut up, you hypocritical fake-ass bitch!"

I turned back to Yves, my eyes deep and shadowed.

"You'd better not act recklessly. I'm warning you. This villa matters to me. If you destroy it, you won't be able to bear the consequences."

He sneered, eyes venomous. "And who do you think you are? I'll be the judge of what consequences there are."

At that moment, the excavators thundered into motion, smashing walls apart. Half the roof collapsed in a roar of dust and rubble.

I watched in silence, numb.

The villa itself I could afford to lose, but inside it were critical classified documents. This was a disaster.

Nina smirked, "Lucy, kneel and apologize right now."

I stayed silent for a minute, my face a mask of ice. "Do you really enjoy watching people kneel so much?"

She lifted her chin, eyes sparkling with expectation. "Of course."

I arched a brow, then let out a sudden laugh. "Then I'll grant your wish. But the one kneeling won't be me. It'll be you."

She burst out laughing.

"You're so shameless. We've already torn down the villa. Where are the consequences you threatened? And you think you'll make me kneel? Dream on."

Her words had barely fallen when a deafening series of car horns split the air, startling everyone present.

We all turned.

Down the nearby road, more than a dozen luxury cars sped toward us, horns blaring in unison.

They screeched to a halt before my villa.

Doors swung open. Over twenty tall men in black suits and sunglasses stepped out.

One of them strode directly toward me. He removed his sunglasses, revealing a cold, striking face.

His voice rang out, "Who the heck tore down Lucy's house?"