THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEFUL WIFE RETURNS
Chapter 105: A HANDSOME THIEF

Chapter 105: A HANDSOME THIEF

Alanis strode up to the main entrance of the villa, his boots heavy against the polished concrete steps. The man stationed at the door, the one with the big mouth just moments ago, paled instantly. Without a second thought, he scurried inside to report to his boss.

They all have heard tales about the fearless man who just forced himself into their Villa, and the tales weren’t all nice.

Inside, Harlow was laughing softly at something Andrew said.

Daniel, what is it?" Andrew asked, his sharp gaze turning to the man who had just burst into the room.

"Boss, there’s something urgent you need to attend to..." Daniel leaned in, whispering hurried words into Andrew’s ear.

Andrew’s expression darkened momentarily, his brows furrowing in irritation, but then his lips curved into a smirk, one laced with disdain. "I see," he said smoothly, standing up and brushing imaginary lint off his jacket. He turned to Harlow, his tone softening. "You should head to bed. We’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow."

The fool had to show up just when Harlow was slowly opening up to him. Just when he is winning her over. Like he had said countless times, he would never let Alanis come close to Harlow ever again.

Harlow wondered what had spoilt Andrew’s mood all of a sudden, and shrugged. She picked up her juice from the table and took a sip. Maybe in this life, she can get her revenge on the Hamiltons without actually being a part of them. She has found her happiness, and that is Andrew.

"Madam, you look tired, I have prepared a warm bath for you. You should go ahead and freshen up and rest for the night. Mr Andrew will make it up to you tomorrow."

Harlow smiled faintly, nodding. "Thank you," she said and got up, Harlow started walking toward the staircase. She noticed the nervous flicker in the housekeeper’s eyes but chose to ignore it. Whatever it was, it could wait. For now, she wanted to enjoy the small victories she’d claimed today.

But before she could take another step, the front door burst open with such force that it slammed against the wall. Harlow froze, her eyes widening at the sight of the man standing in the doorway.

"Alanis." She had no idea when she called his name. He was the last person she was expecting to see. Right now, he looked nothing less than a bruised devil. There was blood on his face.

His cold, piercing gaze locked onto her instantly. There was no preamble, no words wasted. "You’ve overstayed your welcome. You’re coming home with me." She frowned.

"I thought I made it clear that whatever deal we had was off the moment you broke your end of the agreement?" Her voice was steady, but her sharp green eyes flickered past him, searching for Andrew. Had he seen Alanis? He had just left a moment ago...

Alanis took a deliberate step forward, his towering presence suffocating. "You don’t get to decide that anymore," he growled.

"You’re not welcome here, if I were you I’ll leave before my boss returns." The housekeeper got in the way but Alanis’s glare made the woman almost peeing her pants. Just where is Andrew when you need him?

Would he let this man take his woman away so easily?

Alanis walked over to where his wife was, "Don’t you dare touch me, Alanis, I’m warning you."

But Alanis wasn’t in the mood to listen. He closed the distance between them in a flash, his movements precise and unwavering.

Harlow lashed out, slapping and punching him as he grabbed her arm. "Let me go!" she screamed, struggling against his iron grip. But Alanis didn’t flinch, didn’t even react to her blows. With a single, effortless motion, he hoisted her over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" she yelled, her fists pounding against his back. "You can’t do this!"

But Alanis was done playing her games. He was not here to exchange words with her either.

He would not sit and watch his wife fool around with whoever she wanted.

She belongs to him alone and no one else. Yes, he was a fool in the past, but there’s a reason he had returned. He doesn’t care if he does it again, he would die happy knowing he had corrected the mistakes of his past.

"Put me down!" she yelled, her fists pounding against his back. "You can’t do this!"

Alanis strode out of the villa without a word, ignoring her protests.

As they reached the villa’s entrance, Harlow’s struggling ceased momentarily, her breath catching at the sight before her.

Andrew and Daniel lay half dead on the cold ground, their faces battered, their bodies motionless except for the faint rise and fall of their chests. Alanis didn’t so much as glance their way, his steps steady as he carried her toward his bike.

Harlow’s stomach churned as she stared at them. She couldn’t believe it. The Alanis of her past life wasn’t this dangerous, or did she really know him at all?

For a man who never came back home, she didn’t know the major things about him, aside from when he returned from work, and what his favorite food was. But she had no idea who her husband really was.

"You’re a monster." Harlow barked.

"You’re lucky I didn’t kill him," Alanis said nonchalantly passing her the helmet he had brought for her. The hellcat took the helmet and smashed it on the floor. She will never ride with a man like Alanis. That will be over her dead body.

"Get on the god-damned bike before I make you." His voice was low.

"No." Came Harlow’s stern voice.

Alanis didn’t argue, he threw her over his shoulder and placed her on the bike. "We’ll ride without the helmet since you don’t want it," Alanis said flatly.

Harlow slapped him hard and got down from the bike. "What in the ’I am no longer interested in marrying you do you not understand?" She yelled.

Alanis’s expression darkened. In an instant, he closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out and grabbing her throat, not to hurt her, but to hold her still.

Before she could say another word, Alanis’s lips crashed against hers, silencing her protests with a raw, unrestrained passion. The kiss was forceful, demanding, and unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

It wasn’t gentle, nor was it tender, it was an assertion of dominance, a reminder that Alanis Hamilton didn’t take no for an answer.

When Alanis finally pulled back, his dark eyes bore into hers, "You’re mine, Harlow," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "And no matter how far you run, no matter who you think can protect you, I will always find you."

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