All Chapters of Married To The Billionaire Flirt : Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

STILL ON THE NIGHT STREET Mina POV "Very well then. Let's do it. Man to man," the stranger said. His voice was calm but strong. I heard the sound of his knuckles cracking,, and then everything exploded. The fight began so suddenly the sound of punches, kicks, grunts, and screams filled up the air. It all happened so fast, I could barely keep up. In minutes, four men lay on the ground around me groaning, bruised, and broken like trash someone threw away. I had already pulled myself off the ground, barely able to stand. I was leaning weakly against the wall. The same wall they had left me against before they went to fight my unexpected savior. My head dropped forward. It was too heavy to lift. I tried to look up at him-to see his face at least but everything was blurry. I couldn't see clearly, and my eyes felt so heavy. But I heard the sounds, the dull thuds of bodies falling and hitting the ground one after the other. And that was how I knew he was winning. After sometime eve

Mina's POV I walked into the house, my hands shaking. My chest was tight. I felt sick, scared, and full of regret. I knew what I had done. I knew how serious it was. I also knew that if God didn’t intervene, my father would kill me, and even if he did intervene. I doubt Dad would listen to anything I had to say. “Growing quite a nerve, I see. Now you've got the guts to sleep outside,” my dad’s cold, sharp voice echoed from the living room. I looked up and saw him coming down the stairs. “Good morning, Dad,” I mumbled, eyes glued to the floor. He stopped right in front of me. The silence between us was thick, dangerous. I could feel the anger rolling off him like heat. A part of me wanted to turn and run. “Mind telling me where you spent the night, princess? Who knows—if I like what I hear, I might cut down your punishment.” His voice was calm, but it wasn’t really calm. It was the kind that came before something terrible. “I see no reason to stress over it, Klaus.” Aunt’s voice

Wendy's POV On a normal day, his sweaty bare back covered in tattoos should’ve been enough to drive me insane. But with the amount of anger boiling in me right now, I couldn’t care less. How dare he treat me like I’m nothing? If not for this insane crush I’ve had on him for so long, would I even be here, humiliating myself like this? Throwing myself at him? So who the fuck does he think he is? “For the last time, bitch, leave this room while I’m still in a good mood,” he barked, picking up a bottle of champagne and taking a huge gulp. Like he wasn’t just humiliating me; now he was ignoring me too. I stayed on the floor, glaring at him. Then, his eyes caught mine. The deadly look in them sent a shiver down my spine. “I’m not joking with you,” he warned. And that was it. I snapped. I jumped to my feet. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” I yelled, trembling with rage. He frowned and turned slowly to face me. “Are you talking to me?” “Yes, I’m fucking talking to you! What do

Britney POVI looked around the quiet, deserted area, confused about why Dylan wanted us to meet here. I was still wondering when a strong hand suddenly yanked me from behind. I gasped and turned quickly, only to see it was Dylan.I relaxed a little, but not for long. My fear grew as he dragged me roughly down a narrow bush path without saying a word. My heart pounded harder with every step until we reached a large clearing with a newly dug pit in the middle. He stopped abruptly, and before I could react, he shoved me toward the edge.I screamed, clinging desperately to his arms, my nails digging into his skin. Tears filled my eyes."Dylan… please… please don’t do this to me," I begged, my voice shaking uncontrollably. "Please don’t kill me. I’m begging you."He stared at me coldly, his expression completely blank.God, why was he doing this? How could he even think of killing me?I glanced down into the pit. It was deep. If he let me go, I would not survive the fall. The sight alone