Page 19 of My Ruthless Husband

He’s suddenly crowding my personal space, pressing his body against mine. A muscle flexes hard in his jaw. “Divorce?”

I lift my chin. “Yes.” I’m grateful that my voice doesn’t tremble even when my heart is racing impossibly fast.

His face is expressionless but his eyes. Something dangerous burns in those eyes at my response. It makes me shudder.

His breath skates over my face, his intoxicating smell enveloping me. Reminding me of the powerful hold he has on me and my body. The dull ache in my core is the proof.

Damian is my kryptonite. Now that I’ve told him about the divorce, I have to get as far away from him as possible. And hopefully he will let me. Apart from being ruthless he is also prideful. He won’t have a woman against her wishes. He can have anyone, and I mean anyone he wants. He has women begging to please him so he can easily let me go.

“Well, until we get a divorce, you’re my wife, aren’t you?” His calm reply sends a chill down my spine. I don’t get a chance to answer as he jerks my left hand up and thrusts something on my ring finger.

“Where did you get them?” I gasp as I stare down at my rings. The same set I threw away.

“Doesn’t matter.”

I’m still gaping at the rings when he bends and lifts me in his arms, bridal style. “Put me down!”

“No.”

With ease, he strides toward the door carrying me.

Chapter Five

“Why are you doing this?” I thrash. I fight with everything I have, forcing his hold on me to loosen just enough to make a break for it. My feet hit the floor, and I dash toward the apartment, but before I can even make it halfway, his steely arm wraps around my waist, lifting me effortlessly off the ground.

A low growl catches my attention, making me glance down in surprise. There, tugging on Damian’s slacks with all his might, is Goldie. His tiny body shakes with the effort, his eyes wide and fierce as he growls up at Damian, not backing down an inch.

“I said let go!” I pant.

The thudding of footsteps reaches my ears, and I twist my head to see Summer standing a few feet away. She’s frozen as she takes in the sight of Damian holding me effortlessly against his side, my feet still inches off the ground. She stares at him in disbelief, eyes wide.

“Release my friend, NOW!”

Damian’s indifferent gaze slides toward Summer, his expression cool and completely unaffected by the anger radiating off her. He looks almost bored. With one hand still holding me, he easily subdues my violent elbow as I try to breakfree, his grip tightening just enough to remind me how helpless I am in this moment.

Summer stops beside us, her eyes blazing with fury. The baseball bat in her hands is raised above her head, her knuckles white from the pressure. “Put her down. Or you die,” she growls.

When there’s no response from him, her grip flexes on the bat. “I will beat the shit out of you. I mean it. I won’t let you kidnap my friend. I will fight till my last breath if I have to.”

My heart warms at her words. She is willing to risk fighting a man twice her size for me.

Damian snorts. It triggers her and she swings her bat, stumbling. I gasp out loud. As if the time has slowed, I watch as the bat gets bigger and bigger. Realizing with horror that it’s heading toward my face with full force.

I wait for the hit but instead, I’m whirled around at the last second causing Damian to take the hit on his bicep. With wide eyes, I watch as he plants me behind him. He assesses my face and body. Palming my cheek, he asks. “You okay?”

My heart is in my throat but I manage to nod. His eyes darken and he spins around to face Summer. With one fluid motion, he snatches the bat from her hands. A thunderous look shadows his onyx eyes as he towers over her. “You could’ve hurt my wife.”

Summer pales, her eyes jumping to my trembling body propped against the wall. “N-no. I was trying to hit you!”

He takes a threatening step toward her. “You are intoxicated.” He sounds disgusted. “While it was amusing that you think you could tackle me, your bat was inches away from my wife’s face.”

She glances at me again, her face still hidden behind those oversized glasses, but even through the lenses, I can see the way her complexion goes deathly pale. “I’m so sorry, River.”

I shake my head, unable to talk with the dry throat. So I attempt to reach her but Damian pulls me back. Then he gets in her face. “If my reflexes weren’t quick, she could’ve gotten hurt.And you don’t want to know what I do to people who hurt my wife.”

He can’t just threaten my best friend! I open my mouth to tell him just that when a booming sound echoes the hallway. “I suggest you back away from her.”

All heads turn toward the tall, strikingly handsome man who leans casually against the doorframe of the apartment across from Summer’s. He has that charm, the kind you’d find in a leading man of a k-drama. He’s in a white fitted t-shirt, and gray sweatpants. His hair is rumpled, clearly disturbed from sleep.

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