She Married A Nobody, And Nobody Dared Touch Her Again

Chapter 006

BRAKK.

Megan's fist slammed down on the table beside her. The untouched glasses rattled, one of them nearly tipping over.

"This son of a bitch..." Her voice was shaking, not from fear, but from rage that had blown way past its boiling point. "How dare he hit Daniel?! Daniel is a Caldwell! Who the fuck gave you the right to lay a hand on him?!"

No one answered.

Megan whirled on Sera, her eyes blazing.

"Sera! Get this bastard out of here before he causes even more trouble! Look at what he's done!"

"He started it."

Lein's voice was calm. Flat. Not defensive, not emotional.

Everyone turned to look at Lein.

"He threw the first punch." Lein glanced at Daniel, still sprawled on the marble floor, then looked back at Megan with an expression that felt like a reminder. "I just responded. So how, by your logic, am I the one in the wrong here?"

Megan clenched her teeth.

Her mouth opened, ready to fire something back, but she never got the chance.

"Enough!"

One word from Sera.

But the way she said it brought the entire room to a halt.

Sera took a step forward, her eyes sweeping over everyone present, one by one, without any hurry.

"Lein and I are getting married tomorrow." Her voice wasn't loud, but every word came down like a hammer. "Nobody's stopping that. And right now, I want everyone out of this house."

Silence.

Megan took a long breath, then tried once more, her tone quieter now, more careful.

"Sera, listen to me." Her voice shifted into something more coaxing. "I'm your aunt. I'm saying this because I care. This man is a nobody, he's a troublemaker, and if you're reckless enough to marry him, you're only going to put a huge burden on your own shoulders. Think about it!"

Sera looked at her.

"Since when were you so interested in other people's love lives, Aunt Megan?" Her voice was cold but composed. "Who I marry is my business. Not yours, and not anyone else's in this room."

Angela spoke up. "Sera, we're your family. We're warning you because we don't want you to regret this. Leave this man. Now, before it's too late."

"Thanks for the warning." Sera didn't move. "But once again, who I marry is my business. And I'm not going to say this a third time: clear out of this house. Or I'll call the police and have them deal with you."

A long silence.

Arthur rose from where he stood. His face was still pale, but his eyes had hardened again. He gave Sera a long look, the kind that didn't need words to get its point across.

Then he spoke.

"You're going to regret defending this bastard, Sera." His voice was low, measured, and somehow more dangerous than shouting. "And when something bad happens to you, don't even think about coming to us for help."

Sera didn't answer.

Arthur swept the room with a single look, giving a signal that didn't need to be spoken.

One by one, they got up.

Some grabbed their jackets. Some tossed their napkins onto the table harder than they needed to. Their walk to the door felt like a procession of glares, because not one of them could leave the room without throwing a final look at Lein and Sera.

Some only at Lein. Full of something that couldn't quite be called hatred, but came very close.

Aunt Layla, Angela's mother, who had stayed quiet in the corner the whole time, stopped right before the door. She turned back and looked at Sera with an expression that was hard to read, somewhere between pity and a threat.

"Sera." Her voice was quiet, almost gentle. "I hope you don't come to regret this decision."

Sera looked at her.

Then, without a single word, she raised her hand and gave a brief gesture toward the door.

Leave.

Layla closed her mouth. Turned around. Walked out.

And one by one, their footsteps disappeared through the door, until the last sound of shoes on the marble floor faded away, and the front door shut with a heavy thud.

The room was silent.

Only two people remained. One man in a shabby shirt with a worn-out backpack, and one woman who had just stood up to her entire family without retreating a single step.

Sera slowly let out a breath.

Then she turned to Lein.

He was still standing in the same spot he'd been in all along. Calm. Unbothered. As if all the drama that had just played out in this room was nothing more than a small show that hadn't really caught his interest.

Sera looked at him for a few seconds.

"Now," she finally said, her voice softer than before, "can I ask you something?"

Lein turned to her.

"Who are you, really?"