They Called My Wife a Monster, So I Destroyed Their Empire

Chapter 007

"Security!" Samuel shouted the moment he saw the hostile intruder.

At his command, a group of burly bodyguards in black suits rushed in from all directions. Each of them wore a serious expression, their fierce gazes locked on Cyrus as they quickly surrounded him.

Samuel's expression softened slightly as he pointed at Cyrus and barked, "Seize this arrogant fool!"

Before the bodyguards could make a move, a figure appeared out of nowhere. It was Shadow, who followed Cyrus everywhere like his namesake. Dressed entirely in black, with only his eyes visible, Shadow exuded an aura of menace.

"Trash like you isn't even worthy of making my boss lift a finger," Shadow said coldly, his voice deep and chilling as if it came from the depths of the abyss. His tone was filled with utter contempt.

"Hmph, who do you think you are to talk so big?" one of the bodyguards shouted angrily.

Shadow let out a cold laugh and moved like a phantom, appearing in front of the bodyguard in an instant.

"You're not even worthy of knowing who I am." The next moment, Shadow delivered a powerful kick that sent the bodyguard flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, the other bodyguards charged forward together, but Shadow remained unfazed. He moved effortlessly through the crowd, his strikes swift and precise. Screams of pain echoed through the hall as the bodyguards fell one after another.

Samuel's face darkened further. He hadn't expected this mysterious figure to be so terrifyingly skilled.

Meanwhile, Sarah was gasping for air, nearly suffocating in Cyrus's iron grip. Her eyes were filled with fear and despair.

Cyrus dragged Sarah in front of Samuel, who was nothing more than an ordinary old man, and knocked him to the ground with a single slap.

"Swallow it!" Cyrus pulled out two aphrodisiacs and forced them into Samuel and Sarah's mouths. With a wave of his hand, he stripped Sarah of her clothes.

The banquet hall descended into chaos. Guests screamed and scattered in all directions, tables and chairs were overturned, and dishes and cups lay scattered across the floor.

A ferocious smile spread across Cyrus's face, his eyes blazing with the fire of revenge.

"Samuel, Sarah, time to pay for what you've done!" Cyrus bellowed.

Sarah, now naked, curled up on the floor, tears streaming down her face as her body trembled from fear and the effects of the drugs.

Before long, Samuel's eyes turned bloodshot, and he lunged at Sarah like a beast. Under the influence of the drugs, Sarah instinctively responded to his violation.

The horrifying scene left everyone present stunned and filled with disgust.

Cyrus watched everything without a trace of mercy in his eyes. He wanted this despicable man and his evil daughter to endure the most humiliating torture and pay for the suffering they had inflicted on the Parker family.

Afterward, Sarah looked down at Samuel and broke down, glaring at Cyrus.

"You're a f*cking beast!" Sarah's voice was hoarse, filled with endless despair and hatred.

Cyrus met her gaze with icy indifference, his tone unwavering. "Seriously? Compared to what you did back then, this is nothing. This is the punishment you deserve."

Cyrus then approached Samuel and, with brutal efficiency, twisted off his head. Blood splattered everywhere, staining his hands and clothes.

The onlookers screamed and fled in panic.

Sarah, frozen by the sight, let out a heart-wrenching scream that pierced the air.

The banquet hall descended into chaos, panic spreading like wildfire as people rushed toward the exits, pushing and trampling each other in their desperation to escape.

Cyrus remained detached, his face devoid of panic, showing only cold determination.

Sarah lay on the ground, her eyes hollow as she muttered repeatedly, "You... You're a devil..."

The bride had already fainted from fear.

"How does it feel now, Sarah Anderson?" Cyrus sneered, stepping on her face and grinding it under his foot, deforming her features with the pressure.

Tears and mucus streamed down Sarah's face as she tried to struggle but lacked the strength, managing only muffled whimpers.

Cyrus's eyes burned with vengeful satisfaction and deep hatred. His voice was cold like it came from the depths of hell. "Once, you were high and mighty. Now, you're nothing but a piece of sh*t! Accept your fate. And this is just the beginning. I'll make your life a living hell for the rest of your life!"

Sarah's hair lay scattered on the ground, her face twisted in pain and humiliation, her whimpers growing weaker.

"Enjoy your final moments, Sarah Anderson," Cyrus said. "Within a month, I'll destroy the entire Anderson family. Then, it will be your turn to die a horrible death. Enjoy your trip to hell!" He turned and left, carrying Samuel's head to make an offering to the souls of the Parker family.

Cyrus's figure receded into the horrified stares of the crowd, his steps firm as blood dripped from Samuel's head, leaving a chilling trail behind him.

He arrived at the Parker family cemetery. The night was dark, the cold moonlight casting an eerie white glow over the tombstones.

Standing before the tombstones of the Parker family, he placed Samuel's head beside them.

"Grandpa, Dad, all the Parker family members, I have avenged you!" Cyrus's voice echoed through the silent cemetery, filled with endless grief and anger.

His hands caressed the cold tombstone as tears streamed down his face.

"This is just the beginning. The Anderson family will pay for what they've done to you," Cyrus said through gritted teeth.

The wind howled, tugging at Cyrus's clothes as if the spirits of the Parker family were responding to his vow.

Cyrus stood up, staring at the tombstone for a long time, determination gleaming in his eyes.

"I won't let your deaths be in vain. I'll make the Anderson family pay a terrible price, and I'll watch them perish in pain and despair!" His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned bloodless.

He bowed deeply and left, his figure disappearing into the night, leaving the Parker family cemetery silent and desolate under the moonlight.

At the Anderson family estate, Sarah lay beside a coffin, her eyes lifeless, while Samuel's headless body lay inside.

At that time, Samuel's three sons were in the room.

The eldest, John Anderson, held a high military position. The second, Lance Anderson, was the police chief. The youngest, David Anderson, led the Darkdragons, one of the biggest gangs in the city. Sarah managed the Anderson family's business affairs.

"D*mn it! Who did this?" John's eyes blazed with fury, veins bulging on his forehead as his fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning bloodless.

"Pull up all surveillance footage from miles around. I'll find the killer and avenge our father!" Lance ordered his subordinates, his voice deep and commanding, his expression cold and authoritative.

David paced in the room, cursing under his breath. "If I catch him, I'll make him wish he were dead!"

Still lying by the coffin, Sarah suddenly raised her head, her voice hoarse. "Whoever he is, we can't let him get away."

John gritted his teeth. "We'll get revenge, but we can't act rashly. We need to plan carefully."

Lance frowned, thinking for a moment before speaking. "John's right. This guy must be well-prepared to act so boldly. We need to find out who he is first."

"Did he say anything?" David asked, turning to Sarah.