Slutty Dom wife 11

Slutty Dom wife 11

The bass throbbed through the walls of the underground VIP lounge, a heavy, grinding pulse that matched the rage building in Faye's chest.

Her heels struck the polished floors with fury as she stormed into the dark velvet-cloaked interior of the club. This wasn’t just any club. It was Henry Zhu's. And she knew exactly where to find him.

The bouncer outside had tried to stop her. He didn’t get more than a single glare before he stepped aside.

Inside, the room smelled of expensive alcohol, sweat, and betrayal.

“Young master Zhu... take it easy,” the woman purring in his lap cooed, her manicured nails dragging down the front of his silk shirt.

Henry chuckled, his lips brushing her neck. His fingers toyed lazily with the strap of her dress.

“You absolute bastard!”

The words sliced through the air, silencing the music for Faye’s ears alone.

Every part of her was trembling. Not with jealousy. Not even heartbreak.

Rage.

Rage so violent it almost tasted metallic in her mouth.

She shoved the bouncer aside and marched into the center of the room, eyes locked on him.

Henry stood up, amused, lips curving in a smug arc. “Faye... you came,” he said mockingly, arms out like he was welcoming her home.

Her hand came down with the full force of her fury.

SLAP!

The sound cracked like lightning. The woman on the couch gasped. Henry stumbled a step back, his cheek red.

But his smirk didn’t vanish. It deepened.

“You really do hit like a Lin,” he chuckled darkly, rubbing his jaw. “I forgot how much I like it when you’re angry.”

“How dare you,” Faye spat. “How fucking dare you record me without my consent and send it to my family! You think this is a game?!”

His face twitched. The smirk faltered.

“You ruined me!” she screamed, her voice breaking. “You blackmailed me. You humiliated me. You think I’m going to marry you now?”

“You didn’t say no that night,” he replied flatly. “You didn’t push me away. I thought it was love.”

“You thought wrong,” she hissed.

She turned to leave.

That’s when he grabbed her.

Hard.

His fingers locked around her wrist like iron shackles and yanked her back.

“You’re not leaving me again!”

Faye stumbled back, and in the next second, his open palm cracked across her cheek.

Pain exploded across her face.

She fell hard onto the velvet couch, breath knocked out of her lungs.

Her vision blurred as the room spun. Her ears rang. Her body screamed in protest.

She barely registered his fingers fumbling with his belt.

“You didn’t refuse me, did you?!” Henry yelled, eyes bloodshot. “A bitch like you should be grateful I still want to marry you!”

He grabbed the hem of her skirt, yanking it with fury.

“Without the Lin name, what are you?! Who do you think you are?! You think that bastard Kai is going to accept you now?! After what I sent him?!”

“I’ll kill you,” Faye hissed, struggling. Her legs kicked, but he caught her thigh and pinned it.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson,” Henry growled.

Faye’s body felt heavier than it should’ve been. Her breathing shallow. Her hands trembled as she tried to push Henry off, her voice a mere rasp now. The dizziness was growing. Her legs slackened, her pulse thudding erratically.

Then, suddenly..

Bang!

A single shot tore through the air. Henry screamed, collapsing onto the floor, his thigh soaked in blood.

Kai stood at the door, gun raised, eyes wild with barely controlled fury.

He didn’t hesitate. He dropped the pistol and ran straight to Faye.

"Faye..baby," he gasped, catching her just as she slumped forward on the couch.

Her body was hot. Too hot.

And then he saw it.

The red stain blooming beneath her skirt.

A dark, spreading patch..horribly familiar.

His chest tightened. "No… No, no, no, no..Faye!" he shouted, lifting her into his arms.

Her lips parted but no words came. Just a faint whimper, the kind that ripped straight through his soul.

Her head lolled against his shoulder.

He knew that kind of bleeding.

His voice shook as he barked to the stunned guards outside the door. "GET THE FUCKING CAR!"

He kicked the VIP door open himself, not waiting for anyone, carrying her like a broken prayer.

Blood trailed down his forearm.

His mind screamed.

Not this. Not now..

Kai's car screeched into the hospital driveway, tires screaming across the pavement, his headlights slicing through the dark like twin blades. Horn blaring. Flashers on. The rear doors slammed open as he leapt out with Faye cradled against his chest.

"Help! Somebody help her!" he shouted, his voice thunderous and cracked. "NOW!"

Nurses bolted from the triage station, a gurney rolled out within seconds. But Kai didn’t wait. He laid her gently onto the gurney, brushing strands of damp hair from her face.

"If anything happens to her, if she even loses a breath," he growled, his voice low and venomous as steel, "I'll burn this entire fucking hospital to the ground. I swear to God, not a soul in this place will live to see another sunrise."

The nurses exchanged glances. None dared question him. They wheeled Faye away in urgent motion while one doctor tried to get answers.

"What happened to her? Was she attacked?"

Kai's fists clenched. "She's bleeding. Lower abdomen. I think... she might be pregnant. Just do your fucking job."

He turned to one of the guards he'd brought along. "Call my private physician. Now."

Then he paced the emergency waiting area like a man possessed, blood on his sleeves, on his hands, on his soul. Every second that passed without an update was another crack in his composure. His jaw clenched tighter, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

His woman.

His Faye.

The moment he’d seen her lying in that club, hurt, pale, bleeding... something inside him snapped.

Henry had touched her. Hurt her. Tried to destroy her.

That fucker.

He sat on the bench briefly, burying his face in his hands. Her scent still clung to him. Her warmth had faded too quickly.

She had been trembling.

And now... she was behind that door, her fate in someone else's hands.

He was supposed to protect her.

The door burst open, and a young nurse stepped out. "Mr. Parsons?"

Kai was on his feet instantly.

"She’s stable. But you were right to rush her here. There was... significant trauma. Physical. Emotional. We stopped the bleeding. She passed out from a combination of stress and blood loss. We’re still running tests to confirm... pregnancy."

He stopped breathing for a second.

The nurse added, "She’ll need rest. Supervision. And limited emotional stress. She was asking for you."

He rushed past the nurse without another word.

She was lying in a private suite, white sheets pulled up to her chest, her skin pale and fragile-looking. Her eyes fluttered open as he walked in.

"Kai..."

He strode to her side, his jaw clenched, hands shaking as he took hers.

"You scared the hell out of me," he said, voice low, cracking. "What the fuck were you thinking going to him alone?"

She looked away. Her throat worked to swallow. "I didn’t think... he would..."

He didn’t let her finish. He bent low and kissed her forehead.

"Don’t ever leave me like that again. Ever. I’ll tear the world apart if I have to."

Tears welled in her eyes. "I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was…"

He placed a finger over her lips.

"I know. We’ll talk later. You’re safe now. And that bastard? He won't walk again."

Her lashes trembled. A tear rolled down her cheek.

He wiped it away.

And outside the room, his men stood in silence, phones ringing as Kai’s orders began to cascade.

The Zhu family was about to learn what it meant to cross a Parsons.

They touched his woman.

And now?

There would be fire.