CHAPTER 151: CHAPTER 151

Then they came into full view, ten strong-looking men, their broad shoulders and heavy steps making the floor creak under their weight. Two of them had her guards in headlocks, practically dragging their limp bodies forward like trophies. And behind them, stepping into the light of the room, was Samuel.

Seeing the look on his face made her stomach twist. It wasn’t just anger, it was something darker, uglier. His eyes burned with that kind of rage that wasn’t satisfied by words. It was a look that promised violence.

However Cora did not rise from her seat. She sat still, her back straight, her phone lying beside her on the couch. The call to Oliver was still active, the soft hum of the line filling the space between her rapid breaths. She hadn’t ended it hadn’t even thought to. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that might matter.

"What the hell is this?" she demanded, her voice sharp but controlled. "How dare you barge into my house like this?"

Samuel took a slow step forward, his lips curling in mock amusement before twisting into a snarl. "Keep your mouth shut, Cora," he spat. "Do you think I came here for some kind of friendly talk? To sit down and trade polite words?"

His gaze swept the room, taking in the luxury, the calm she had been enjoying before he arrived, and his teeth clenched. "I knew you’d be here," he said, his voice dropping low with venom. "After what you did to me, where else would you be but here... relaxing... savoring the destruction you caused?"

He moved closer, each step deliberate, the men behind him fanning out like predators closing a circle. "Well, guess what?" His voice rose. "This is the perfect time. The perfect place. I came here to do exactly what you did to me. I came here to inflict more pain on you. I came here to destroy you completely... and that’s exactly what I’m going to do."

At that moment, Cora’s jaw tightened, the muscles along her face visibly clenching as Samuel’s words sank in. Her mind was racing, but her expression remained controlled, sharp, and unyielding. She couldn’t believe the timing of it all, of all the moments for this to happen, it had to be now. Brown, her Chief of Security, and Giovanni

were both away. She had personally sent them to escort Samuel’s wife safely out of the country, ensuring that woman would never be in danger again.

It had been a deliberate choice, a protective act she did without hesitation. She wanted to make sure the woman stayed far away from Samuel’s reach. That decision now left her without her two most capable protectors and their men, and they had yet to return.

If Brown and Giovanni had been here, Samuel wouldn’t have made it past the front gate, let alone into her living room. She knew it. Samuel knew it too. And yet, here he was, strutting into her home with that twisted look in his eyes, thinking he had her cornered.

She sat straighter, her eyes locked on him like a hawk sizing up prey. "Samuel," she said, her voice cold and cutting. "I will not say this twice. Leave this place immediately. This is your last warning. What comes next... you won’t like it."

The words weren’t shouted. They didn’t need to be. The weight in her tone was enough to make weaker men step back. But Samuel wasn’t smiling at least, not in a way that showed fear. His lips twitched, forming something closer to a sneer than a grin.

"Nothing is going to come next," he replied, his voice dripping with smug certainty. "I knew exactly what I was doing before I came here. So why should I be afraid? There’s nothing to stop me... and you." his voice hardened, his eyes narrowing like a predator locking in "I’m going to destroy you completely."

Then, without breaking eye contact, he snapped his fingers sharply. "Hold her," he ordered, his voice echoing through the lavish room.

Immediately, the ten men moved in toward Cora.

At that moment, Oliver’s voice suddenly came through from the phone lying on the sofa, his tone urgent and confused.

"Cora? What’s going on? Is everything alright? Who are those men? I can hear noise, what’s happening? Where are you?"

Cora’s eyes darted toward the phone. Hope flickered in her chest like a spark in the dark. Her voice rose quickly, desperate and sharp.

"Oliver! Please come to my—"

But before she could even finish, one of Samuel’s men lunged forward. His grip was brutal as he yanked her backward, one arm locking around her torso while his other hand clamped tightly over her mouth. The sudden pressure made her muffled cries almost vanish into the air.

She kicked, twisted, and thrashed against him, her nails clawing at his skin, but his hold was solid. Still, Cora’s eyes blazed with defiance. She leaned her head forward, then sank her teeth deep into the flesh of his hand.

The man let out a sharp, pained grunt, instantly releasing her mouth. Cora seized that fleeting chance, pulling in a sharp breath and forcing the words out as fast as she could.

"I’m at home—!"

But before she could say another word, two more men closed in, gripping her arms and shoulders so tightly that her breath caught. Their combined strength locked her in place like a vice. She couldn’t move; she could barely breathe.

Samuel’s slow, deliberate steps crossed the room. His eyes were locked on the phone. Without hurry, he reached down, picked it up, and held it to his ear.

"Oh... so you’re the lover boy, right?" Samuel’s voice was cold and mocking. "You’re the guy that attacked me the other day. You’re the one who thought you could talk nonsense about me in the parking lot, isn’t that so?"

He chuckled low under his breath, but there was no humor in it.

"Well... I have nothing to say to you. But remember this, don’t even try to do anything stupid."

And before Samuel could even say anything more, he ended the call.