Married To Two Husbands

Between The Devil and the Deep Sea

Seconds ticked by like hours, and a tense silence hung thickly in the pristine corridor.

My heart pounded violently against the broad back in front of me, the firm muscles tapering down to a narrow waist that my trembling hands clung to for dear life.

I was squeezing him so tightly that the man’s sleek black shirt had begun to wrinkle beneath my grip. Beneath the thin fabric, I could feel his abdomen grow taut.

“Do you have a death wish?”

His voice came suddenly—low, quiet, but laced with something venomous. Just like the man himself.

“Please, sir…” I whispered desperately, my voice barely more than a prayer against his back.

My insides trembled when his head slowly turned in my direction.

The corner of his eyes pierced me, displaying a side profile; sharp, composed, and utterly intimidating. His gaze lowered to the arms wrapped around him, narrowing slowly as if the sight itself offended him.

He looked both irritated and incredulous at my audacity.

“I—I'm sorry,” I stammered weakly. “But could you please… just bear with me for a minute? Please…”

My voice had grown hoarse, thin with exhaustion. My eyes burned with unshed tears as I clung to him even tighter.

A shaky sniff escaped me and my shoulders trembled as quiet sobs slipped between my words.

“Please… help me.”

If he threw me back to the men chasing me, I wouldn’t even be surprised.

That was how indifferent he looked.

My misery didn’t seem to move him in the slightest.

But if I had to choose between the dark, unfamiliar sea behind me and the devil standing before me…

I would choose the devil.Without hesitation.

Yet my plea seemed to hit a wall.

The moment I finished speaking, his hands suddenly reached down and seized my wrists.

His grip was merciless.

No matter how desperately I resisted, my strength was nothing compared to his. Within seconds he pried my hands away from his waist and pushed them aside.

I stumbled back several steps, barely managing to keep my balance.

Behind me, the two men who had been chasing me were watching the scene unfold with growing suspicion.

They exchanged glances.

For the moment, they held back, uncertain.

But they weren’t fools.

Two things had already become clear to them.

I was merely pretending to know the stranger.

As for the stranger, he had no intention of helping me.

Even if he could.

After all, no one in their right mind would willingly oppose three menacing men who could be armed or part of a deadly gang.

Meanwhile, the cold-hearted stranger in front of me had already turned and begun walking away again.

Behind me, the two men slowly began closing in.

Their fists clenched, ready to knock me unconscious the moment the stranger disappeared from sight.

“It could be your sister in my place!”

The words burst out of me before I could stop them. But I hadn't said them aimlessly. It was unethical and manipulative I know.

However, by now, desperation had completely stripped away my manners.

“How would you feel if she ran into a stranger like you?!” I continued.

My voice rang sharply through the corridor.

The man’s footsteps stopped instantly.

The polished leather of his shoe froze mid-step.

Nervously, I swallowed. I had half expected him to react, but not so scarily fast.

Behind me, the two men halted as well.

“Please…” I continued, forcing the words out despite the tightness in my throat. “It will cost you nothing to help me get out of here.”

My voice trembled slightly.

“I promise you’ll be compensated—however much you demand I will repay you for saving my life…”

Truthfully, I had very little hope that such an offer would sway a man like him.

But I had already run out of options.

All I could do now was hope he was greedy enough…

Then suddenly, he turned around.

My eyes widened in alarm as he began walking back toward me.

My heart jumped violently against my ribs.

He stopped only when he was standing directly in front of me.

Up close, his presence felt even more overwhelming.

He towered over me, his figure imposing and intimidating.

Without saying a word, he tilted his head slightly and studied my face.

The weight of his gaze was unsettling.

Something about it made it impossible for me to lift my eyes to meet his.

At that moment, I honestly couldn’t tell who the real danger was.

Him.

Or the hoodlums behind me.

“I normally don’t do charity,” he said at last.

His voice was flat and bored and his expression was just as lifeless.

“This will cost you far more than you could offer in a lifetime.”

His gaze settled on me with quiet intensity.

“Will you be able to bear that responsibility?”

His aura alone made even someone like me impulsively take a step back.

I hadn’t meant to lose my composure, nor to stutter when I tried to speak.

“I… I… I…”

What did he mean by those words?

“Mister, I would suggest you be on your way if you wish to keep your life.”

Out of nowhere, the lanky man stepped forward and issued the warning angrily.

Seeing that the stranger had begun engaging the girl—and in such a nonchalant manner, as though they weren’t even there—the three men could no longer hold themselves back.

They exchanged signals with one another and began to slowly close in.

The situation had clearly gotten out of hand.

If they allowed this stranger to remain, things would only become more troublesome.

The lanky man tilted his chin upward with a threatening glare and took slow, deliberate steps forward.

A corner of his mouth curled into an ugly smirk as he spoke casually.

“The girl is our business. You would hate to get invol—”

The rest of his words died abruptly in his throat.

A look of disbelief spread across his murderous face.

The stranger had lifted a hand—silencing him with nothing more than a simple gesture.

“I’ll let you know when to speak,” he said calmly.

His narrowed gaze never once left me.

I swallowed hard.

For his sake… and for mine.

Did this man truly have no regard for his own life?

The fury that immediately flooded the attackers’ faces was unmistakable.

The lanky man suddenly burst out laughing, clearly finding the situation ridiculous.

It dawned on him then that this stranger must have no idea what he had walked into.

“If you get on our bad side, you won’t live to tell the story,” he scoffed. “Leave while I’m still feeling generous. The girl has a debt to repay and—”

Once again, he was cut off.

But this time it wasn’t with a gesture.

It was with a glare.

A glare so cold that even I felt a chill crawl down my spine.

“You bastard!” the man spat angrily, his ego unable to withstand the humiliation.

He swung his arm sharply and nodded toward his partners.

“Get rid of him!”

As if on cue, the three men pulled out pocket knives and rushed forward.

I had already thought the stranger reckless.

But when he calmly strode past me—walking straight toward the incoming blades—I realized he might be something far worse.

As he passed me, his gaze slowly withdrew from my face.

“I hope,” he said quietly, “that you will have an answer for me later.”