My Bullies Trashed My Bakery Not Knowing My Secret Husband Owned Their Entire Family Empire
Part 2
Silence suffocated the room.
Tyler’s face lost all its arrogant color, morphing into a sickly translucent shade of gray.
The word hung in the sugar-scented air like a live grenade that had just had its pin pulled.
Heather stared at my husband with wide, entirely uncomprehending eyes.
Brenda stopped breathing altogether, her manicured hands trembling visibly against her sides.
Tyler’s knees literally gave out beneath him.
He collapsed onto the pristine white tiles, landing directly in the smeared buttercream of the destroyed cake.
He didn’t even seem to notice the sticky pink frosting soaking into the fabric of his flashy trousers.
He whispered the word out of his completely dry throat, swearing on his mother’s grave that he had no idea I belonged to his boss.
Craig’s voice remained perfectly level, a terrifying contrast to the lethal, unyielding violence simmering in his dark eyes.
He spoke with the quiet, absolute authority of a man who could end a life with a single phone call.
He asked Tyler if he thought he could casually walk into his personal territory and threaten the woman who wore his ring.
He asked if Tyler actually thought he was a powerful man throwing his pathetic weight around a bakery to impress a spoiled socialite.
Craig stepped closer to the trembling man on the floor, pulling me flush against his solid side.
His large, warm hand rested affectionately on the soft curve of my hip.
The bitter humiliation of the past twenty minutes completely evaporated into thin air.
Standing right here, enveloped in his protective heat, I felt like an absolute, untouchable goddess.
He didn’t hide me or merely tolerate my size.
He fiercely protected and utterly devoured it.
He begged for his life, offering to pay for the damages and clean the floors with his tongue.
Craig let out a low, humorless chuckle that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.
He commanded Tyler to address me as his wife.
He told Tyler he was entirely stripped of his collections route, his vehicle, and his pathetic title.
He ordered Tyler out of the five boroughs by sunset, promising to bury him beneath the concrete of the new Hudson development if he ever showed his face again.
Tyler sobbed a broken sound, thanking Craig for his life, and frantically scooped the ruined cake into a trash can with his bare hands.
Heather watched her supposed mob boss fiancé crying on the floor covered in pink icing, completely stripped of his power in less than sixty seconds.
The illusion was entirely shattered, but Heather completely misread the dangerous situation.
She defensively claimed that her family was extremely powerful and that Craig couldn’t just ruin her engagement over a stupid fat baker.
Before she could finish her vile sentence, Craig slammed his open palm flat against the marble countertop with a deafening crack.
He smiled a predatory, cruel smile and asked Heather if her socially climbing father ever discussed his private financial ledgers with her over brunch.
He calmly explained that her father’s equity firm was completely drowning in hidden debt.
He dropped the ultimate bombshell, revealing the staggering fifty-million-dollar bailout loan her father had desperately taken from a private holding firm.
What happened when the most arrogant girl in the city realized her entire empire belonged to the man whose wife she just called a fat cow?
