Slept With An "Ex-convict Nobody" - A Hidden Trillionaire!

Chapter 11: Brace yourselves for war

"More like you brought that upon yourself." Ethan reasoned calmly, his expression unreadable.

Jennifer puffed with anger, her mind spiraling in rage. "You are not just useless but also lack proper manners? Were you raised in the gutters?" She fumed, cursed, and scowled, still clutching her aching face.

"That's enough!"  Emma stepped in quickly. Her stance was strong; her words were obeyed even by the swaying winds.

"Ethan saved our necks; we should be grateful." 

She ended the words with an abrupt pause. No room, no cracks for Jennifer to chip in a pin.

Her face burned like that of a red oven. A bitter sensation rose through her throat as she glanced at Ethan. Cold, venomous, dripping with excessive coldness.

A car zoomed off, blending into the speed of the wind. Also brushing the clothes of Jennifer.

"Bitches!" She cursed under her huffed breath. Her anger fumbled into her trembling fingers.

But a letter has dropped. The contemporaneity is drawing a still calm. It felt urgent. The air is thick and heavy.

The temperature rose with the sudden wave of tension, piercing against their skin as they tried to shake it off. A futile attempt. 

  With a steady hand, Emma peeled off the seal.

 "Brace yourself for War." The caption was bold and red. Flashing with everything that spoke of danger.

 "It's human blood." Jennifer panicked. Sweat dripped down her face.

Realization hits Emma deeply. Indeed, it was human blood. It was a bold warning, a sign of a bloodbath; her heart rocked harder against her heart. Each beat rising with intensity.

"From the gangsters of the city!" The letter dropped from her hands.

The little tussle. It had burnt her peace like a wide fire. She had a company to rescue from the clutches of falling. A fight with the gang of the city was definitely not a welcome development.

"He caused it!" Jennifer had finally gotten enough room to speak. Her hands pointed at Ethan, her cold gaze embedded with disgust.

 "He attacked Locust without even thinking. Now we are all going to pay for it?" She scowled.

"If you ask me, I think we should fold him up, tie him, and hand him over to Locust. Maybe that might appease him." Jennifer proposed. Emma cocked a brow.

"How quickly do you forget that he's still my husband?" Her brows grew wider.

"We will find a way to deal with it... I will get in contact..." Ethan's sharp tone interrupted her words; Jennifer flashed with disdain.

"The issue will be sorted. Don't bother!" He ended, Ethan's sense of authority drawing the breath off from their lungs.

Even the wind drew silent at the solemnness of his words. Jennifer and Emma stared in utter disbelief.

"What?" Jennifer was the first to speak. Her words were filled with spite, hate, and rage.

"Do you think you can solve every issue by throwing a handful of fists?" She thundered.

"Do you think Locust is a man that can even be reasoned with?" She glared harder.

"Or do you think that you're what? The president of the city who can order everyone around like kids?" She flared even more.

 Ethan said nothing. If only she knew that he indeed was A.M.E.N. The man in whose presence the president trembled.

The Gods of War quaked.

The mayor folded like lily-livered rats in the dark corners.

Taking care of a set of stray mutts was nothing more than an unnecessary disturbance.

"Do you trust me?" Ethan side-stepped Jennifer's ranting, only paying attention to the one that mattered to them.

Jennifer's heart sank deep into the bottom of her disdain. A bitter sensation rises through her throat. Her hate was bottling in her throat.

"I'm going to make you pay for this. And make Emma see how worthless a fool you are!" She swore under her breath.

Emma nodded, slow, reassuring, and calm. He saved her once already; giving him a little bit of trust was not enough to pay for his kindness.

They got into the car. The evening sun glowed gently on Emma's skin with grace as she gazed into the window, heart heavy with thoughts.

She sighed multiple times. Taking a look at the young man at the other end of the car. The man that fate had brought her to. Suddenly. Chaotic.

She didn't know what to make of it.  But staring at him brought a strange sense of calm to her heart.

Emma has. Her interest piqued, her breath unsteady. The way Ethan stared with a grave sense of reassurance.

The way he spoke with a suppressive aura made everyone in the room stand in still silence.

The way his expression remained so calm. Even at the heart of the storm. Like he was hiding secrets, deep secrets that could candle a whole continent.

None of these personalities, everyone of whom seemed to have been drawn from a dreaded monarch, fits into that innocent, over-pampered look and such plain dressing.

Who was he? A hidden millionaire. One of the Gods of War. Maybe a lost heir?

If there was anything she was certain of, she wanted to know more. It was dangerous, but how much was it going to hurt to play with fire a little bit?

The car came to a stop. A sign that they had finally gotten to the Robbins Family Villa They came down together.

 Emma's gaze collected. The mansion stared down in utter splendor. Rising high and disappearing into the broad sky.

The fountains poured with grace. Every branch of the flower is trimmed with so much care and precision. It was breathtaking, a sight that was worth lingering on.

It mocked the whole of Ethan's existence.

His looks even with the forty grand clothes. It didn't match the statues of this building. The sport cars—everyone shot glances at Ethan from behind.

He could feel it like a blazing stab from behind but he remained unfazed.

"Shall we proceed?" He said, stretching his hand to his newly wedded wife.

Emma took his hands without words. Jennifer scowled in utter disgust and disdain.

"Hey, Emma!" Someone called from behind.

"Did you get us a servant for the meeting? Isn't that thoughtful of you!" A young man stepped forward and greeted with a smile.

"But why are you holding hands with him!" He looked somewhat surprised. The grim look on his face begs for an answer to this question.