Super Godfather Ex-wife Begging Me To Get Remarried

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 The Wrath Unleashed Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Three years of swallowed pride and suppressed rage erupted with that single slap.

Evelyn hit the ground, clutching her swelling cheek, her eyes blazing with fury and disbelief.

"You miserable wretch! How dare you hit me?

"I'll kill you!

"I'll make you pay..." She shrieked.

Before she could finish, Osborne lashed out, kicking her waist and sending her flying across the room.

The onlookers were paralyzed with fear, backing away with screams, too terrified to intervene.

But Osborne wasn't done.

Evelyn's torment of him had been relentless and cruel. A simple slap and kick weren't enough to settle the score.

A dark resolve flickered in his eyes as he seized Evelyn by the neck, lifting her effortlessly and storming towards the villa.

"If anyone tries to come in, she dies!

"If you want her safe, get Ophelia here now!"

His cold threat echoed as he slammed the villa door shut.

The Caldwell family was left in stunned silence.

"Quick! Call Ophelia! She has to come back now."

"Osborne's gone insane."

"Do you think he'll really kill Evelyn?"

Inside the villa, Osborne dragged Evelyn up to the second floor and tossed her onto a sofa like a rag doll. He loomed over her, his eyes burning with an intense fury.

Despite being Ophelia's stepmother, Evelyn was only five years older, just thirty herself. She was a woman of striking beauty and elegance, with a figure even more tantalizing than Ophelia's.

But fate had been cruel to her. Not long after she married Ophelia's father, he died in an accident, leaving Evelyn a young widow.

Osborne suspected that her vicious behavior towards him stemmed from years of pent-up frustration and bitterness.

Yet, despite her seductive allure sprawled on the sofa, Osborne's eyes held only cold hatred.

"You... What are you going to do to me? You bastard! If you're any kind of man, let me go now, or you'll regret it!" Evelyn's voice trembled with fear, yet she still tried to sound threatening.

Osborne sneered, "You're still trying to threaten me? Still flaunting your power? After three years of humiliation, today you will pay for it all!"

"Scum, you wouldn't dare!" Evelyn snarled, lunging at Osborne with clawed fingers.

Osborne scoffed, grabbed her by the hair, and slammed her head down onto the sofa. Then he delivered a hard slap to her ample, rounded backside.

Evelyn's face flushed with a mix of shame and something else. Her breaths became ragged, and she began to moan softly, her legs squeezing together as her body writhed like a snake.

Seeing her reaction, Osborne felt a rush of desire, his mouth dry.

A tidal wave of pent-up need surged through him, impossible to hold back any longer.

"Slut! For three years, you didn't see me as a man. Today, I'll show you just what kind of man I am!"

With that, Osborne pounced on her.

Evelyn's eyes widened, but she didn't resist. Her long-neglected body eagerly responded to his touch.

Osborne showed no mercy, relentlessly taking her.

Evelyn clung to the sofa, lost in the overwhelming sensations, her cries of pleasure mingling with the sounds of their fierce union.

Outside the villa, more and more Caldwell family members gathered, but no one dared to go in to rescue Evelyn.

Suddenly, someone spoke up, "Do you hear that? Evelyn's screams?"

Everyone strained to listen, nodding in agreement. "It's definitely Evelyn screaming!"

"He's gone mad, torturing Evelyn."

"Don't provoke him. Wait for Ophelia to come back."

"Yes, let's just surround the place and wait."

They listened to Evelyn's screams for half an hour before they finally ceased.

At last, Ophelia arrived, her face dark with anger. Flanked by a squad of bodyguards, she marched up to the villa.

"Ophelia, you're finally here. Osborne has lost it. He's been holding Evelyn hostage and torturing her for half an hour."

"We didn't dare rush in and risk angering him further."

"You gotta do something."

"He's demanding a hundred million dollars in divorce compensation!"

As everyone finished speaking, Ophelia snorted derisively.

She snapped, "Don't worry. If he dares to make trouble, I'll make him regret it!

"A hundred million dollars?

"Does he even deserve that?"

With disdain, Ophelia stormed towards the villa, her bodyguards trailing behind her.

"Osborne, get out here right now!" She shouted as she barged in.

"Let Evelyn go and beg for my forgiveness.

"Otherwise, you'll pay for this!

"You're dead meat!"

Her furious voice echoed through the villa.

In their three years of marriage, Ophelia never imagined Osborne would go this far.

The Osborne she knew wouldn't even raise his voice at Evelyn.

"Does he still love me? Has he gone mad because of our divorce?" Ophelia wondered briefly.

But there was no sympathy in her heart, only a rage akin to an elephant provoked by a mouse.

"Get him! Drag that worthless man down here!" She commanded her bodyguards.

But before they could move, two figures appeared at the top of the stairs.

Osborne emerged, his arm wrapped tightly around Evelyn's neck.

"Evelyn, are you alright?"

Ophelia looked at Evelyn, noticing her flushed face and trembling legs.

They had said Osborne beat Evelyn for half an hour.

But now, her clothes were just a bit messy.

Ophelia was baffled.

What had Osborne really done to her?