Chapter 6 - The Glass Blade
The sharp edge of the thick glass pressed dangerously against the soft, vulnerable skin of my throat.
My father roared in absolute, terrifying fury, his face turning completely pale as his guards instantly drew their weapons.
Derek aggressively dragged me backward, cowardly using my body as a human shield against the highly trained security team.
He screamed wildly, violently threatening to slice my neck wide open if anyone took a single step closer.
I could actively feel his heart hammering against my back like a trapped, incredibly panicked animal.
He was breathing heavily, completely reeking of cheap cologne, stale sweat, and utter, pathetic desperation.
My father raised a perfectly steady hand, signaling his armed guards to immediately lower their firearms.
He spoke in a terrifyingly calm voice, offering Derek ten million dollars and a private jet to leave the country permanently.
Derek laughed a hysterical, completely unhinged laugh that vibrated painfully against my spine.
He angrily shouted that he did not want dirty money or a forced, miserable exile to a foreign land.
He demanded that his corporate position be fully restored and his criminal record entirely and legally erased.
He also aggressively insisted that I remain his legally wedded wife so he could maintain direct control of the Sterling fortune.
I almost laughed out loud at his sheer, unapologetic delusion in the face of absolute, total ruin.
Even while violently holding me hostage, his only true concern was his public image and his precious bank account.
I kept my breathing perfectly steady, completely refusing to show him even a single ounce of fear.
I knew my father's elite medical team had cleverly installed a tiny, subdermal tracking device under my skin during the surgery.
I also knew that the crimson suit I was currently wearing was lined with experimental, highly cut-resistant Kevlar fabric.
Derek pressed the sharp glass harder, but the jagged edge merely slid harmlessly against the reinforced collar of my jacket.
He cursed loudly in confusion, absolutely unable to understand why the glass was not easily piercing my clothing.
I used his momentary, panicked distraction to drive the sharp heel of my shoe violently into his instep.
Derek howled in pure agony as the delicate bones in his foot audibly crunched under my targeted strike.
His aggressive grip loosened just enough for me to twist my body forcefully and break entirely free from his hold.
I quickly spun around and delivered a devastating, open-handed strike directly to his bleeding nose.
He stumbled backward violently, dropping the bloody shard of glass onto the carpet with a dull thud.
My father's security team instantly swarmed him, tackling him violently to the ground without any hesitation.
They aggressively pinned his arms behind his back and secured his wrists with heavy industrial zip ties.
I straightened my pristine suit jacket and calmly smoothed my perfectly styled hair.
I looked deeply down at him and declared that I was absolutely no longer the weak, silent victim he had created.
Derek spat thick blood onto the floor and glared at me with pure, undiluted hatred.
He maliciously grinned and stated that he had left a deadly, explosive surprise waiting for me at my father's mansion.
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The heavy boardroom doors suddenly burst open again, and the chief of security rushed frantically inside.
He loudly informed my father that a massive bomb threat had just been called into the main estate.
