"Son, are you okay?" she cried, pressing a cloth against Lucas's bleeding forehead. Then, turning sharply, her face twisted with fury. "You bitch! Who the hell do you think you are to hit my son with a glass? Do you even know who my son works for?" Her voice dripped with arrogance.
"Son, I told you long ago to divorce that ugly woman and marry Isabella instead. Why do you keep holding onto this lowlife? She's nothing but a mere secretary—nothing compared to Isabella, who's the Legal and Finance Officer at Yumeen Productions," she spat, glaring at Eleanor with such disgust it looked like she might vomit.
"That's true, brother," another voice chimed in. "You should've seen how that cheap friend of hers acted—so arrogant, demanding we return every cent we spent, as if it was her money!" She pointed at me, one brow arched, silently questioning my worth.
"Very well, you bitch," Lucas growled, arrogance seeping from every word as he pressed the bloody cloth to his forehead. "How dare you bring an outsider into my house and act arrogantly in front of my mother? Don't forget—you're my wife, and you'll do as you're told. And you—who do you think you are to interfere in our marriage and tell me to leave my own house?"
I stood watching him, studying every twitch. I reached into my right pocket for my phone. "George, bring the cars back" I said, then hung up and turned to Eleanor. "Pack up yours and the children's things." I pushed the stroller toward her. "Oh — take the twins with you. I don't want them learning bad things at such a young age." She scooped the babies up and hurried upstairs.
The moment she disappeared up the stairs I moved. My fist shot out — a swift punch to the husband's jaw that snapped his head sideways. He stumbled, dazed. Before he could recover I drove a kick into his stomach; a white-hot pain flared and he doubled over, the air ripped from his lungs.
"James!" his mother screamed as she lunged forward, but I planted my boot on his chest and leaned in, pinning him flat. "Aaagh!" he groaned, clawing at my foot; every attempt only made me press harder. His sister tried to spring at me, but I had her throat in my grip before she could reach me.
The door opened, George walked in followed by two more bodyguards.
"Just in time, hold this crazy b***h. I can't have her go crazy and ruin my fun," I said, shoving her towards him; he caught the her by the shoulders as I let go of the throat and she slumped into his arms.
"You two, go upstairs and help Eleanor with the packing. She is going to say with me until we could buy a house that nieces. Don't want them go leaving in a crappy house like this again," I said, my face covered with disdain as I looked at the house that Eleanor worked hard to make it a home but got mistreatment gratitude.
"Yes Ms Hana," They said before heading upstairs.
James' mother and sister froze in fear hearing the two guards call me Ms Hana while James stopped fighting as he knew that what was coming was bigger than he could handle.
"Oh—I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Kim Hana, founder of YM Pharmaceuticals and YM Productions. YM as in Yumeen, in case you didn't know." A kinky smirk curled at the corner of my mouth as I watched their faces.
"That Eleanor you look down on is my chief assistant — which makes her more qualified to make decisions in the company. She earns £100,000 a month, five times your son's salary of £20,000. Your son is only fit to polish her shoes, and you have the nerve to treat Eleanor like this." I increased the pressure on his chest; he groaned.
"Eleanor paid for everything you have — even what your mistress wears. She's filing for divorce and demanding full custody of the children. You can keep the house, but you'll repay every pound she spent on your mother, your sister, and that mistress of yours. And don't think about trying any tricks; I won't have to lift a finger to make all of you disappear. Now — are we clear?" I pressed harder, driving the point home.
"Yes," he gasped, his face flushed with pain.
Eleanor came down the stairs holding the twins, the guards and the children following behind. I removed my foot from James and straightened, keeping my expression casual to avoid suspicion.
"Lenora, Aurora—do you want to say goodbye to Grandma and Dad?" I asked, watching the twins' faces.
They shook their heads and hurried past, not wanting to look back. George released James's sister and we left.