Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law

Chapter 24 - Leave? No

Melanie frowned as she looked back at Adam. Well, it was touching to see him show care, even though they were barely acquaintances. And even though she had no wish to recall all that happened—she did. If only to let him know the reason why she was finally going to stand with him.

She hadn't intended to stay in that private room a second longer than necessary. But as she reached for the door, her path had been blocked. Two waiters—no, not waiters, men in waiters' uniforms—stood in her way, their expressions unreadable.

With that, Melanie turned back and glared at the man sitting there smugly."What is the meaning of this?" Mr. Grif smiled, but that smile sent a chill down her spine as she watched the man stand up slowly. "Do you really have to ask? Of course, it is to restrain you, my dear Melanie. I lost to you once—how could I let you escape again now that I've lured you back?"

Her stomach twisted at the words. "What do you mean, lured me back?"

The old man chuckled, tapping his fingers lightly against the polished wood of the table. "What do you think I mean? When Spencer approached me to renegotiate my contract with you, I made one thing very clear—if I were to consider it, you would have to come in person." His smile widened, smug and victorious as he continued,"And he promised me he'd bring you to me. Now that you're here, of course, I intend to reap the benefits."

Melanie stilled, the weight of his words sinking in like a stone in water. So this was the plan? Her jaw clenched as anger and something far more bitter twisted inside her. She didn't know why—after everything—her heart still insisted on giving Spencer another chance. To see for herself that all this was some sort of conspiracy against him and their relationship.

But it was clear now. She had already told Spence how she felt about Grif. How his behaviour had almost ruined her, even giving her nightmares. But he had assured her that he would take care of her. And yet, not once he had mentioned that the old man had specifically demanded for her presence.

And after arriving here, he had not cared what the man did. If she needed any more reason to go ahead with Adam's proposal then she was the fool.She stiffened and was about to warn the old man to get out of her way when she was slapped across the face.

Her head snapped to the side, the force sending her staggering backward even as her eye throbbed due to the impact.And then a metallic taste of blood flooded her mouth as she hit the ground.A dull throb pulsed at the corner of her lip where she was pushed against the table.

While she was still in shock, Grif had already come to her with gleaming eyes as he caught her hair and tugged hard, making her wince. She flinched when he wiped the bloof from the corner of her lips, his fingers making her feel nausous."Shocked aren't you? That I would do something like this to you? I'm sure you would not have expected this. I want to be gentle with you, but remember how you reciprocated my gentleness last time? Hmm? This was my payment for that."

"And now that you are within my grasp, I am going to have fun with you for a while... Come on, tie her up and take her to my..." Before the man could have said more, she moved hurriedly.

Her forehead connected solidly with his nose making a sickening sound and Grif reeled back with a guttural groan.He clutched his face, cursing as warm blood dripped between his fingers

.His eyes burned with raw fury as he staggered back and screamed, "Get her and tie her up!"But Melanie was prepared for this. How could she let d"Tie her up!" His voice was a snarl, reverberating through the room.

Before the men could react, she lunged for the table. She would be a fool if she gave them a chance to one up her all over again. Fingers closed around the neck of a bottle she gripped it tightly, before hitting it against the back of a chair. .Shards cascaded to the floor, leaving her with a jagged weapon in hand.

She pressed the sharp edge firmly against Grif's throat, feeling the slight give of his flesh, "Call them off or you'll be bleeding out before they even move." Thankfully, just at that moment, there was urgent knocking on the outside and the waiters were forced to move away. She knew the way he relaxed that Grif thought that he had been spared. But when the doors opened... he would not have imagined it was the end of him.