The Unholy Bride: In God's Name, I Kill

Chapter 25: Add One In Hell

"Mr. Steel?" A knock on my office door interrupted my work, drawing an annoyed groan from the woman seated on my desk.

"Get down," I told Mia.

"W-What? We're not done yet, Roman," she complained, her mouth smeared with red lipstick— so I figured mine were too. Reaching into the inner pocket of my suit, I pulled out a handkerchief to wipe it away, then yelled out for the person outside my door to come in.

"Uh, Mr. Steel," my secretary began hesitantly, her gaze darting nervously and her cheeks flushing at the scene behind me.

Following it, my jaw tightened in frustration as I realized Mia hadn't even bothered to fix her clothes. Her blouse hung open, every button undone, her bra unclasped, and her skirt hiked up nearly to her waist, revealing black lacy underwear.

She was utterly shameless—a real piece of work. Honestly, that was why I couldn't entirely blame my wife for setting her hair on fire.

"I just wanted to remind you about your meeting with the board," my secretary said, pulling my attention back to her.

"I'll be there," I replied, giving her a nod to signal she could leave.

She offered me a faint, polite smile before turning to walk away. I followed shortly after, fixing my clothes as I went. We ended up in the elevator together, where she pressed the button for our destination while I pulled out my phone, which had buzzed with a new notification.

ActofKindness sent you an email.

My brows furrowed from the name of the gmail account because I've never engaged into any organizations or charities. Those things were pathetic and a waste of time.

Nonetheless out of curiosity, I clicked on the message, just for my curiosity to grow even more from the message.

My brows furrowed at the name of the Gmail account, as I had never been involved in any organizations or charities. To me, those things were pointless and a waste of time. Nevertheless, out of curiosity, I clicked on the message, only for my intrigue to grow even more after reading it.

"A surprise in your phone's gallery. You might want to check it."

I gave an exasperated huff. It was utter nonsense—probably just another spam message that my system had failed to block. I was ready to put my phone back in my pocket, but something urged me to entertain the damn message. Without thinking, I opened my gallery to make the nagging feeling in my head stop. But once I saw what was inside, a flood of curses flooded my mind in less than a second.

My grip on my phone tightened, nearly crushing it, but it didn't compare to the intense urge to crush someone's skull right at this moment. I clicked on one of the videos and heard a very familiar voice instructing my innocent daughter to perform explicit sexual gestures she couldn't possibly understand.

I had no idea how these photos and videos ended up on my phone, but that wasn't my top priority right now.

"Press the parking lot floor," I commanded my secretary.

"I'm sorry, wha—"

"Fucking press the parking lot floor!" I shouted, the last of my patience snapping.

"Yes, sir!" she exclaimed, her hands shaking as she frantically pressed the button.

Thankfully, the door slid open a few seconds later, or else her neck might've been the next thing to snap.

I hastened toward my car, speeding up and knocking over anything in my path. The trash bins along the side of the road flew, their contents scattering across the ground, some even landing on my windshield. It blocked my view, but I didn't give a damn.