I glared at Hubert, fury burning in my chest. "You've broken into my home, restrained me, assaulted me, and spouted lies. Every one of those things is against the law."
I wanted nothing more than to tear this fool apart.
At my defiance, his rage deepened. "Against the law?" He sneered. "Then let me show you what real breaking the law looks like!"
He barked an order at his men. "Smash her place to the ground!"
Obeying instantly, the bodyguards began to wreck everything in sight.
In minutes, my once neat little apartment became a wasteland of broken furniture and shattered glass. Nothing was left intact.
Grinding my teeth, I spat, "Hubert, with such blatant lawlessness, aren't you afraid of the law catching up with you?"
He laughed coldly, full of scorn. "The law? The law punishes leeches like you. You've bled Lianna dry for years—don't you know how much you've stolen from her? Everything in this place was bought with her money. I'm smashing my own things. What crime is that?"
His words rang with righteous fury, as if he weren't a criminal but a judge passing sentence on the guilty.
I checked the time. Less than thirty minutes until Lianna's miscarriage.
The real show was about to begin.