Chapter 4

“What’s wrong with you! I want to relax but now your making me stressed out instead of that guy.” Ella was still truly angry at the sudden order to come back, her brows furrowed tightly as she said those words, asking her eldest brother towards the other end of the phone call.

She was enjoying her vacation so much that her mind cleared up a little bit and the unpleasantries that she felt from her husband decisive choice between her, and his childhood friend was nowhere to be found, but.. with her big brother sudden phone call to make her come back, all of the plans she had already listed excitedly to try with her cousin, went all in vain.

Lexter stood tall beside her, dragging both his luggage and Ella’s. A mocking look become prominent on his eyes as he once again heard the strict head of the family flattering and soothing Ella over and over again after being called upon just to be scolded mercilessly after they arrived at their owned airport.

‘What are you even pretending in front of me for? When I know your just a slave to your sister whims.’

The private jet they used to travel back to their own country took off, as another limousine with a butler beside it stood not far away from them, obviously waiting for them. Though, the butler that came this time was not familiar, that somewhat made Lexter unsettled a little.

The butler opened the door, his left hand stretched out as he bend his waist over, gesturing for Ella to go inside the car. His attention was weirdly only focused on Ella that Lexter who was observing him felt ominous.

Ella who was still feeling dissatisfied did not bother to look at the butler, as she got in, with Lexter behind who wanted to follow after, wanting to shake off the sudden uneasy feeling that risen inside his chest, but was ultimately stopped by the unfamiliar butler outstretched hand.

“I’m sorry Sir. But Madame is only allowed inside.” The butler not too old voice echoed with a smile, his bending posture was now straight as his gaze swept over towards the bodyguards in the corner that deliberately hid themselves.

The bodyguards, as if understanding his signal, appeared, surrounding Lexter who immediately become vigilant at this sudden turn of events. “Madame? Is it Damon inside?” Lexter sneered as he asked, his gaze at the butler cold.

The butler was momentarily surprised that the young man standing in front vigilantly, knows who was inside the limousine, but thinking that maybe their madame had already told this young man who seemed to be her new lover and obviously was the protagonist in the picture that their master had targeted over and over again with darts in one of his forbidden room, the butler simply regained his composure and smiled, “Yes. It’s Madame husband, Master Damon who was inside the car.”

The sneer didn’t even leave Lexter lips as he mockingly laughed, hearing the butler words, “Don’t make me laugh old man. That guy is not Ella husband anymore. They already divorced.”

“We divorced.” Ella who was inside the car and was cornered by Damon almost immediately she got inside, stated calmly, her pure dark eyes meeting Damon own eyes that darkened visibly after she said so.

Her phone lied lonely on the ground, but the call was still ongoing, making Steven who was at the other end of the phone to visibly panic. A rustle sound was soon heard, and the phone call ended.

But it was as if Damon and Ella only had their own world, as they stared each other silently, not minding the ended call.  

“The signature is obviously not yours, and I didn’t even sign it. So how can you say we divorced?” Damon responded back, the corner of his lip curled up, but the hand that held her right arm for assurance that she really did came back to his side, tightened, but still kept his strength moderate. His eyes flickered as his addams apple bobbled up, obviously in a frenzy state after Ella just drop the topic of the divorce papers sent to their home.

Ella didn’t respond to what he said for a long time, that Damon who was feeling hot all over can’t help his gaze to fall over to Ella slightly pale lip but still was so plump and juicy to bite at. He swallowed, feeling thirsty.

“If this little baby over here said you divorced, then you had already divorced.” Damon who didn’t know that he had leaned his face closer to Ella face, shook his head at those thoughts that came in a not appropriate time. His head immediately turned as it went and looked towards the car window that was already opened at some point.

An obviously older man leaned his arms over at the glass shards that was still not cleaned up. Just that, this guy was so familiar to Damon that his eyes narrowed into a slit dangerously just after Ella who was still very calm earlier, struggled after the man leaned on the window, making him who still didn’t have a clear head, to pour out insults uncontrollably hearing this General endearing name for his wife. “So, you not only have a secret young lover, but you also have a secret old lover. I didn’t know you were such a flirt, and you still chose those with a background. What a social climber baby you are.” Damon sarcastic voice was cut off almost instantly Ella raised her paws.

Slap!

Damon head turned, his cheeks tingling, but he didn’t feel it was too painful. Instead, he felt that it was difficult to breath all of a sudden, when he realized that Ella who was never one to raise her hand at him in the past, slapped him… because of another man.

“It’s better if you keep your mouth shut. Damon. I like you better that way.” Ella commented, and pushed him hard, trying to get out of the car.

But still, "I'm sorry," Damon held on to her tightly, his head lowered, and his voice was even lower as he apologized, pleading near her ears after he leaned down to rest his head on her shoulder. “Don’t go with them,” he whispered.

Ella fingers twitches, her eyelashes fluttered.

That line was quite familiar. Though the role had been reversed.

“And why can’t she go with us? She doesn’t belong to you.” Those words that seemed to be said through gritted teeth, sounded as Damon felt his back collar being tugged and a cold wind hit his face.

He steadied himself after being thrown outside revealing his men and another men that obviously don’t belong to him, having multiple injuries on their bodies.

Damon knew that it was useless to do force on someone who also use force, especially when he knows what this General way on doing things.

So, he just stood up straight and stated, in his usual cold tone, with chilling gaze, “The divorce papers was invalid, it was not validated by the court. So, she obviously don’t belong to any of you….” He paused, fixing his wrinkled collar, he continued to say, “And she’s my wife, so she can’t go with you.”

“Wife?” Ella who stayed silent the whole time her second brother bickered with Damon, finally made a sound, repeating what Damon said.

“That’s quite.. funny,” she snickered, raising Damon phone that fell just now, being dialed.

"Look who's calling you, Mr. Damon."