Her Revenge, His Plot

Chapter 6 The Brawl at the Bar

Nicholas' gaze was sharp as he looked at Alexander and Selena, his stern face showing no emotion, making him even more intimidating.

"Got it."

Alexander didn't even dare to meet Nicholas' eyes. He quickly dragged the panting Selena away.

"Are you hurt? I'll get you some medicine."

Nicholas frowned as his fingers lightly traced the red mark on Isabelle's neck, a cold glint showing in his eyes.

'Selena shouldn't be let off so easily. She's a ruthless lunatic,' he thought.

"It's okay. I don't need medicine."

Isabelle shrugged casually, thinking the mark would fade soon enough.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Really, it doesn't," she insisted, clearly unaffected by this. "It's nothing."

Nicholas' eyes darkened, remembering what Isabelle had gone through to achieve her perfect appearance.

"Sometimes, you should let me know about your revenge plans in advance."

He lowered his gaze, hiding the deep concern in his eyes.

"I know, my good partner."

Isabelle waved her hand, not taking his request seriously.

*****

Later that night, Alexander came to a bar alone. He sat down with a dejected face.

He shouldn't be here right now. He was newly married and supposed to be preparing for a honeymoon in the Maldives with his wife.

But he couldn't shake the image of Selena's enraged face from his mind. He didn't even want to see her.

'How did I not realize she was so coarse before we got married?' Alexander thought, taking a despondent sip of whiskey.

'If only my wife were the beautiful Isabelle...'

"Let go of me! I'm not going!" A familiar female voice rang out, full of fear and distress.

Alexander thought he was hearing things, but when he turned towards the sound, he saw Isabelle being harassed by a thug!

"Let her go!" he shouted, rushing over and landing a punch on the thug while pulling Isabelle behind him.

"Who are you? Stay out of this!"

The thug was irritated, and the two began to brawl.

Isabelle stood behind Alexander, pretending to be frightened while suppressing a smile.

All of Alexander's pent-up anger from the past few days erupted, and he fought fiercely.

"f**k you, bastard!"

"Coward!"

He fought with increasing ferocity, as if he was facing a mortal enemy.

"Fine, you can have her! I give up!" The thug eventually conceded, unable to keep up.

Alexander, panting heavily, stopped and made a crude gesture at the thug before turning to Isabelle.

"Watch out!" Isabelle shouted.

With a loud thud, a beer bottle smashed over Alexander's head, and blood streamed down his scalp.

"Alex! Are you okay? I'll call an ambulance right now." Isabelle rushed to his side and supported his swaying form.

"Don't worry. I can still fight..."

Despite the blood running down his face, Alexander looked almost blissful, his eyes still fixed on Isabelle.

His hand rested on hers and was gently stroking.

Even knowing Alexander's likely ulterior motives, Isabelle hadn't expected him to be so blatant in his advances.

'I'm supposed to be your uncle's wife, you shameless bastard!'

Isabelle felt nauseated, wondering how she ever liked such a disgusting man.

The thug, sensing the situation had escalated, tried to slip away unnoticed but was stopped by the bartender.

"We've called the police. You're not going anywhere," he said just as the sound of sirens echoed down the street.

*****

Alexander had his wound quickly bandaged and sat in the police car with Isabelle.

"Isabelle, don't worry. The police won't let that thug off easily," Alexander said, mistaking her trembling for fear.

'Fear? It is actually excitement.' Isabelle sneered inwardly.

At the police station, the thug was taken to the interrogation room, while Alexander and Isabelle recounted the incident to the officers.

"Are we done here? Can we leave now?" Alexander eagerly wanted to use his injury to get closer to Isabelle.

"That would normally be the case," the officer said, rubbing his chin, looking puzzled. "But there's something new we need to investigate."

The officer's sharp gaze turned to Alexander. "The guy inside claims he attacked the lady because you paid him to."

'I paid him?' Alexander's expression froze in shock.

Isabelle widened her eyes, looking between Alexander and the officer.

Shaking her head in disbelief, she asked, "Officer, you must be mistaken. Alexander just saved me. How could he have... planned this?"

Her voice drawled down, and her eyes dropped in a way that made her seem vulnerable and confused.

Her hands, which had been supporting Alexander, loosened slightly.

"This is slander!" Alexander slammed his fist on the table. "I intervened because I heard her cries for help!"

"But that guy claims he took money from you at the bar entrance and that you told him to harass her," the officer said. They suspected the thug was lying, but he was adamant that Alexander was behind it.

"Why would you do that?" Isabelle raised her voice, her eyes filled with disappointment.

"No! This is slander!" Alexander shouted at the officer, unable to bear Isabelle looking at him like that.

"Believe me, Isabelle. How would I know you'd be at the bar tonight? Why would I hire a thug? I don't even know him..."

He stammered, sweating profusely, his face turning red with desperation.

"Ma'am, you can go now. For your safety, we suggest you have family or friends pick you up. As for you..." The officer turned to Alexander and said, "We need you to stay for further questioning."

"I'll call your wife for you," Isabelle said, patting his shoulder. "At least she can bail you out."

She turned to make the call, barely able to suppress the smile tugging at her lips.

'Lena, come pick up your husband from the police station.'