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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
I watch in horror as steaming hot tea splashes violently across Nicolas's face and neck, the scalding liquid cascading down and leaving angry red marks in its wake.
My eyes dart to the man who's menacingly twisting Nicolas's hand, which is holding the now empty mug.
He's here. He's here for me. He's here to save me, just like he said he'd never let anything happen to me. I almost cry with relief that washes over me.
It's as if the world has paused, and all that matters is that he's right here, ready to face anything for me.
But his attention is not on me, it's entirely fixated on Nicolas, his shoulders are rigid and I can see the determination in his stormy grey eyes, a dark promise which says he'll tear Nicolas apart piece by piece.
The intense fury radiating from him is palpable, like a storm about to break.
I notice there's a bruise on his cheek, which gives him more rugged and dangerous look.
In the next instant, a gasp escapes my lips as Mr. Malik grabs a hissing Nicolas by his hair—his grip looks tight and unforgiving—and hurls him into the pool with a force that sends water splashing everywhere.
I instinctively shut my eyes as the water drenches my face.
Rocco and Enzo stand frozen, their faces showing shock and confusion, unable to grasp what's happening.
Nicolas resurfaces, growling like a crazy wild animal, water dripping down his face as he gasps for breath.
With a smooth motion, Mr. Malik sheds his suit jacket and rolls up the cuffs of his white shirt.
Damn me for finding it so hot! I'm practically gawking at his veiny, powerful hands even in this situation.
Can you really blame me? My husband is simply irresistible.
Without a moment's hesitation, he dives into the pool.
Nicolas lunges at him like a rabid dog, wild and desperate, but Mr. Malik counters with a punch that lands squarely on Nicolas's face, sending him reeling backward and causing the water around them to ripple violently.
Before Nicolas can recover or retaliate, Mr. Malik seizes his hair again, yanking him down.
He forces Nicolas's face beneath the surface, his voice a low growl as he snarls,
"You made a grave mistake by touching what's mine. You shouldn't have even dared to look her way, yet you went ahead and not only kidnapped her but also tortured her. Tried to fucking drown her. I swear I'll fucking end you."
With a swift motion, Mr. Malik lifts Nicolas's head just enough for him to gasp for air.
Zayran doesn't give him anytime to fill his lungs with air as he plunges Nicolas's face back into the water.
