All Chapters of Oops! I Am My Bully's Bride : Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

The sting on Marceline’s cheek pulsed in time with her heartbeat. Water still slid down the back of her neck and under the collar of her soaked dress. The babies had gone quiet, a heavy, watchful stillness that somehow made everything feel extra dreadful. She looked at Vivian for a long second. The older woman’s chin was high, eyes bright with the kind of satisfaction that came from landing a blow and expecting no answer. Marceline’s hand moved before she fully decided to let it. The slap cracked across Vivian’s face hard enough to snap her head sideways. The sound bounced off the marble and the high ceiling. Vivian staggered a half step, one hand flying to her cheek, eyes wide with pure shock. “You—” Vivian started. “Don’t.” Marceline’s voice came out low and rough. “Don’t you say another word about my husband. Don’t you say another word about my pregnancy. And don’t you ever put your hands on me again.” Vivian’s mouth opened, then closed. A red mark was already rising on her s

Marceline did not lower the pistol.Vivian recovered first. The shock on her face hardened into something colder and more calculating. She stepped half in front of the injured man as if the bleeding shoulder belonged to her.“You heard a private conversation and decided it was a confession,” Vivian said. “That is a dangerous habit.”“I heard enough.” Marceline’s voice stayed level even though her legs felt unsteady. The post-fight crash was settling in hard—tremors in her hands, a deep pull across her lower back, the twins shifting in tight, uneasy rolls. Water still plastered the dress to her skin. “You brought them here. You paid them. Now you leave.”The man with the bleeding shoulder shifted his weight. Marcus appeared in the foyer behind Marceline, silent, waiting for a signal. Two more of Adrian’s men flanked the far doorway. The air felt tight.Vivian’s laugh was short. “You think pointing that thing makes you the head of this family? Adrian is lying in a hospital bed. The mome

Marceline did not bother changing out of the soaked dress.She took the first car that pulled up, ignored the driver’s concerned glance at her dripping clothes and the red mark still blooming on her cheek, and stared straight ahead as the gates of the Cross mansion disappeared behind them. The city lights smeared past the windows. Every red light felt personal. Every slow turn of the wheels felt like time she could not afford to lose.By the time the hospital came into view her hands were clenched so tightly in her lap that the nails had left half-moons in her palms. The babies had gone quiet again, as if they too were holding their breath.Ethan met her at the private elevator.He took one look at her...wet hair, wet dress, the faint tremor she could not quite hide...and said nothing about any of it. He only fell into step beside her.“Vitals are steadier,” he told her as the elevator rose. “They stopped the worst of the seizures. He’s still under, but the numbers look better than t