THE FORGOTTEN HUSBAND’S REVENGE!

Chapter 11: Saving His Wife

BANG!

The room door gave way to a heavy pounce, detaching from the metal hold. Nathan, who was advancing towards the almost unconscious Arabella screamed as a piece of wood missed his head by a second.

Maxwell stepped into the room, his eyes scanned his surroundings. Arabella was lying on the bed, untouched. Nathan was terrified, holding the walls for support as he stared at him.

“I gave you a chance to survive this night, Nathan. It’s seems I was too kind,” Maxwell said with a terrifying tone that made Nathan’s skin crawl, sweat broke out on his forehead.

Nathan scrambled to get hold of a lamp beside him. “You… you… how did you get in here?! Security!!!”

Maxwell moved faster than the human eye could follow. He grabbed Nathan’s throat and slammed him against the wall, lifting off the floor. The sound of Nathan’s ribs breaking filled the room.

“Your security is currently asleep, permanently.”

He dragged on the last word, seeing as Nathan’s eyes rolled back in pain and terror.

Nathan’s feet dangled in the air, his face turning a bruised purple as Maxwell’s hand tightened on his neck. He tried to claw at the suffocating hold but it was useless, the more he squirmed, the more Maxwell squeezed.

“Max…well… please,” Nathan managed to muttered.

“You hurt what was mine!” Maxwell growled, slamming him back against the wall again this time a crack formed on the wall. Grabbing his hands, he broke them.

“Argh!” He let out a scream, spitting out blood as Maxwell threw him across the room, crashing into the coffee table, shattering into multiple pieces on the floor.

“Do you think you are safe just because you are now a lap dog to the Vallis family?” Maxwell spat out, walking towards Nathan as he tried to avoid him but he couldn’t move without the glass shreds piercing into his body causing him even more pain.

Nathan’s face went pale as he saw the deadly look in Maxwell’s eyes. This wasn’t the aura of a man who was termed useless. He was something else… something formidable…

“Who… who are you?” Nathan stammered, tears and regret brimming in his eyes.

“Maxwell, is that you?” Arabella’s weakly voice came from behind him. She was going in and out of consciousness.

Maxwell stared back at Nathan and he stomped on his shoulders. The weak man fainted. Death was too easy and quick for a man who had tried to touch his wife and besides, he still needed him for his plans.

Looking at his injuries, he would definitely have internal bleeding and will be out cold for a few days or even weeks.

Maxwell turned around to lift the unconscious Arabella, his touch becoming gentle.

But as he pulled her up, the string of the bracelet on his hand broke and the beads scattered across the floor, a tiny, silver chip followed. Maxwell’s eyes narrowed on it as he froze.

…

The sun hadn’t fully risen yet as the door to Theodore Zade’s residence creaked open. Maxwell walked inside, his hair disheveled but his expression was hard and calm. In his arms laid the unconscious Arabella, her face paled against his chest.

Sienna was seated in the living room, sipping tea while watching a movie. She looked very happy and oblivious to Maxwell’s entry. When she heard the creak of the floorboard, her face turned sour instantly.

“You!” She hissed, dropping her teacup on the table. “Why are you bringing her back here? Where’s Nathan? He was supposed to bring her back home after their meeting.”

Maxwell ignored her, heading for the staircase.

“Hey! Don’t you dare ignore me. I’m talking to you!” She yelled, standing in his way. Sienna looked at her daughter’s limp form and didn’t even show a slight form of motherly concern. “Nathan must have been rough on her but did she at least get the contract?”