Chapter 6 This Marriage Is Over
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"Carlos, let me go!"
Never had she been humiliated like this. Her eyes blazed with fury as she hissed, "I swear—no matter what, I'm divorcing you!"
Carlos froze mid-step, his brow twisting into a sneer.
"The Radiance family is nobility. Reputation means everything." Yanking her arm free, Alicia lifted her chin with an icy smirk. "Grandpa Radiance would never tolerate the scandal of his granddaughter-in-law's infidelity splashed across the tabloids."
Once that happened, the divorce would be inevitable—whether Carlos liked it or not.
He turned slowly, the atmosphere turning electric, heavy with impending fury.
"Alicia," he growled, voice dripping with menace, "I dare you to repeat those words."
Seeing his handsome face contort in rage sent savage satisfaction through her.
With a haughty smirk curling her lips, she snatched up the discarded camera Stella had left behind.
"Don't believe me?"
Her fingers played over the device, deliberately slow, as she flicked through the fabricated photos. She knew Carlos—a man consumed by possessiveness and control. The mere thought of another man touching her would unravel him.
Torching her own reputation was something she'd never imagined stooping to. But trapped in Carlos's gilded cage, she'd rather break her own wings than stay.
She raised the camera, but he snatched it from her grasp.
"Patience." His glacial gaze swept over the black-suited bodyguards before his lips curled. "We'll examine these... thoroughly at home."
That tone—she recognized it instantly. It meant his fury had tipped past the point of no return.
Her face paled. She barely managed a step before he hauled her off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder like a ragdoll.
"Put me down—let me go—!"
Dangling upside down, her stomach churned as he carried her home. She kicked and thrashed, face flushed, but his grip was iron. Slamming the bedroom door open with his foot, he dumped her onto the bed with a muffled thud.
"Carlos, what the hell are you doing?!"
She scrambled to rise, but he pinned her down, binding her wrists to the bedpost with ruthless efficiency.
The silk restraints chafed her wrists raw as Alicia realized the situation was escalating dangerously. "I thought you were obsessive about cleanliness!" she spat, her voice edged with panic. "Another man's touched me—how can you even stand to—"
Carlos's lips curled into a phantom's cruel smile as he leaned closer. "Weren't you so eager to show me these photos?" he said, long fingers flicking open the camera with practiced ease. "Let's... examine them thoroughly."
When those fabricated intimate shots appeared, Alicia saw something unsettling—his eyes losing their sharp intensity like a snuffed-out flame.
No.
She gave a sharp headshake. The domineering man who treated her as his possession couldn't possibly feel... hurt. This was just another power play against Elvis, nothing more!
Her carefully constructed plan was unraveling. "Convinced now?" she challenged, desperation creeping into her voice. "You really want someone with questionable morals?"
Yet as Carlos studied each frame, his expression shifted from stormy darkness to... morbid fascination.
"Decent photography," he mused suddenly, tilting the camera with exaggerated interest. "But I do have one question."
"Out with it!" she snapped.
In one fluid motion, he stretched beside her, idly spinning the wedding band on her finger. When he spoke next, his voice was laced with dangerous curiosity.
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