The scars on his face didn’t make him look harsh; his protective stance only made him seem more striking.
I slowly stood and tore the divorce papers apart without pause. “Carlos, you said only death could end our marriage. How could I divorce you without you and Maya dying?”
A faint sneer touched Carlos’s lips. “Hannah, do you really think closing the door means you’ve won? You’re relying on those two people you’ve pulled to your side. I don’t want to argue with you about today. Maya needs the hospital. Open the door, now!”
“I said no one leaves today.”
At my words, a cold light flickered across Carlos’s face. “Hannah, you’ve forced me into this.”
He raised his hand, and in an instant, dozens of people filled the villa. “Kill her.”
But his order lingered in the air and no one moved. His eyes turned red as he shouted again at the leader, “Kill her! Anyone who refuses today will be my enemy!”
What came back were dozens of gun barrels pointed at him. “No one leaves without Miss Hannah’s order!”
“Hannah? What do you mean her?”
Carlos demanded, but silence filled the villa.
