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Max sneered, deflecting blame. "Grandma, have you forgotten what you said at that buffet? You made our family fall into this situation."
He pressed on, venomous, "The Carver family offered an investment lifeline in exchange for Stella. What's the big deal if Stella makes a little sacrifice for our family?"
"What did you mean?" Jordan's snarl was lethal. "Offering my wife as payment is an insult I won't tolerate. Be grateful she emerged unscathed."
His voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "Had she been harmed, I would have ended you where you stand." An arctic wave of menace radiated from him, freezing the blood of everyone present.
Jordan's hands moved to his belt buckle. Anna and Fiona flinched, instinctively looking away.
Truth be told, the moment Jordan stepped into the house, Anna was stunned by how handsome he was. She had only ever seen him in the media. Though she regularly attended high-society galas, their paths had never crossed.
Anna had long harbored feelings for Jordan, but she knew a man like him was beyond her reach. That was why she settled for Lionel instead. But now, Jordan was right here in her home, Anna's heart throbbed with a fierce, reawakened longing.
"What the hell are you doing?" Andrew roared, scandalized. He couldn't stomach such an indecent display.
Jordan slid the belt free in one swift motion and pressed the heavy leather into Stella's hand. "Hit him," he commanded, his voice low and relentless. "Make him pay."
Stella stared at the belt, momentarily stunned.
His gaze held hers, steady and fierce. It was a silent vow. 'I am here. Do this.'
Stella nodded and took the belt from him.
Andrew and Fiona stared, aghast. Then Andrew found his voice, bellowing, "Have you lost your mind, Jordan? You marry Stella, and your first act is to make her assault her brother?"
Jordan didn't flinch. An aura of absolute authority settled over him. "Precisely," he stated, each word a hammer blow. "Sue me if you dare. I'll countersue for conspiracy in the attempted rape of my wife."
His gaze swept over them, contemptuous. "A man who doesn't avenge such an attack on his wife is no man at all."
Max lunged for the belt, desperate to disarm her. But Stella moved with unexpected speed, fueled by years of pent-up fury. The leather strap whistled through the air, landing with a sharp crack against his arm. He yelped, staggering back.
"Dad! Mom! Stop her!" Max howled.
Andrew and Fiona were at a complete loss, shouting frantically, "Stella, stop this! Stop it right now!"
Anna threw herself in front of Max, dropping to her knees before Stella. "Stella, please," she begged, tears welling.
"He's our brother. Our flesh and blood! Remember when we were children? When Mom and Dad were away, he looked after us. How can you raise your hand against him?"
Stella paused, the belt held high, her voice dripping with bitter scorn. "Looked after us? He only looked after you, Anna. He cooked meals for you. But when I came home, starving, only cold scraps remained."
Her voice rose, mimicking Max's past cruelty, "'Hungry? Make it yourself. Got working limbs, haven't you? Stop acting like a damn princess.' Ask Max himself—wasn't that exactly what he said?"
Anna sobbed, "But he's family. How can you do this?"
Years of injustice, culminating in his ultimate betrayal, surged through her. After selling her to Troy, the sibling bond had already been shattered by his hand. The belt came down again.
Andrew pointed a shaking, accusatory finger, his face purple with rage. "You didn't bring home a husband. You brought home a viper! Now he turns you against Max—are your mom and I next?"
Stella met his gaze head-on, her eyes blazing. "Maybe," she retorted, her voice cold steel. "Did you ever truly see me as your daughter? As family? Did you ever see me as a person at all?
"To you," Stella continued, her voice ice-cold, "I was always the most expendable. If Kevin hadn't intervened, Troy would have raped me. A fate you all conspired to deliver. You plotted cruelty beyond imagining.
"So tell me, Dad," her voice dropped, deadly calm, "what sin is there in my husband giving me the means to answer it? What sin at all?"
He pressed on, venomous, "The Carver family offered an investment lifeline in exchange for Stella. What's the big deal if Stella makes a little sacrifice for our family?"
"What did you mean?" Jordan's snarl was lethal. "Offering my wife as payment is an insult I won't tolerate. Be grateful she emerged unscathed."
His voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "Had she been harmed, I would have ended you where you stand." An arctic wave of menace radiated from him, freezing the blood of everyone present.
Jordan's hands moved to his belt buckle. Anna and Fiona flinched, instinctively looking away.
Truth be told, the moment Jordan stepped into the house, Anna was stunned by how handsome he was. She had only ever seen him in the media. Though she regularly attended high-society galas, their paths had never crossed.
Anna had long harbored feelings for Jordan, but she knew a man like him was beyond her reach. That was why she settled for Lionel instead. But now, Jordan was right here in her home, Anna's heart throbbed with a fierce, reawakened longing.
"What the hell are you doing?" Andrew roared, scandalized. He couldn't stomach such an indecent display.
Jordan slid the belt free in one swift motion and pressed the heavy leather into Stella's hand. "Hit him," he commanded, his voice low and relentless. "Make him pay."
Stella stared at the belt, momentarily stunned.
His gaze held hers, steady and fierce. It was a silent vow. 'I am here. Do this.'
Stella nodded and took the belt from him.
Andrew and Fiona stared, aghast. Then Andrew found his voice, bellowing, "Have you lost your mind, Jordan? You marry Stella, and your first act is to make her assault her brother?"
Jordan didn't flinch. An aura of absolute authority settled over him. "Precisely," he stated, each word a hammer blow. "Sue me if you dare. I'll countersue for conspiracy in the attempted rape of my wife."
His gaze swept over them, contemptuous. "A man who doesn't avenge such an attack on his wife is no man at all."
Max lunged for the belt, desperate to disarm her. But Stella moved with unexpected speed, fueled by years of pent-up fury. The leather strap whistled through the air, landing with a sharp crack against his arm. He yelped, staggering back.
"Dad! Mom! Stop her!" Max howled.
Andrew and Fiona were at a complete loss, shouting frantically, "Stella, stop this! Stop it right now!"
Anna threw herself in front of Max, dropping to her knees before Stella. "Stella, please," she begged, tears welling.
"He's our brother. Our flesh and blood! Remember when we were children? When Mom and Dad were away, he looked after us. How can you raise your hand against him?"
Stella paused, the belt held high, her voice dripping with bitter scorn. "Looked after us? He only looked after you, Anna. He cooked meals for you. But when I came home, starving, only cold scraps remained."
Her voice rose, mimicking Max's past cruelty, "'Hungry? Make it yourself. Got working limbs, haven't you? Stop acting like a damn princess.' Ask Max himself—wasn't that exactly what he said?"
Anna sobbed, "But he's family. How can you do this?"
Years of injustice, culminating in his ultimate betrayal, surged through her. After selling her to Troy, the sibling bond had already been shattered by his hand. The belt came down again.
Andrew pointed a shaking, accusatory finger, his face purple with rage. "You didn't bring home a husband. You brought home a viper! Now he turns you against Max—are your mom and I next?"
Stella met his gaze head-on, her eyes blazing. "Maybe," she retorted, her voice cold steel. "Did you ever truly see me as your daughter? As family? Did you ever see me as a person at all?
"To you," Stella continued, her voice ice-cold, "I was always the most expendable. If Kevin hadn't intervened, Troy would have raped me. A fate you all conspired to deliver. You plotted cruelty beyond imagining.
"So tell me, Dad," her voice dropped, deadly calm, "what sin is there in my husband giving me the means to answer it? What sin at all?"
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