Stolen By My Billionaire Brother-In-Law-Chapter 78: It Was All Karma

Rafaelo stopped in his tracks, his face paling in horror. He turned around to Azrael, his jaw tightening in anger, but he had no power to take it out on him. "This is unfair!" He uttered, his body shaking in fear. His eyes darted to Azrael’s phone, which was now buzzing again. His heart sank further. He knew his life was doomed. Minister Bason must have seen the video by now and would tear him apart. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"You... You can’t bully me using it!" Rafaelo cried out loud, his voice trembling. "This is unfair!"

"Unfair?" Azrael scoffed, his piercing gaze locking onto Rafaelo. "You blamed my wife for his death all these years," he added, his voice cold and cutting.

Rafaelo’s words died in his throat. His brain felt like mush, overwhelmed by emotions he couldn’t process. His legs wobbled, and he struggled to stand straight. Just then, Azrael’s phone started buzzing again. It was Minister Bason’s call. Rafaelo’s heart sank further as he accepted his fate. This was it—his last day on earth.

Azrael picked up the phone and put the call on speaker. "You can’t cut the call and leave me in curiosity, Mr. Dynar. Please send me the video," Minister Bason’s voice chirped from the other end, his words confusing Rafaelo.

"You didn’t send it?" Rafaelo asked, looking up at Azrael. When the devil’s lips lifted into a slow, sly smirk, Rafaelo gritted his teeth. He was being toyed with!

"It’s just a video of my dog digging in a grave, Mr. Bason," Azrael replied to the middle-aged man, his tone casual. Rafaelo’s face flushed like a rotten tomato, humiliation washing over him in waves.

"I thought it would brighten your day, but I realized your late son loved dogs, and it might bring back those painful memories," Azrael continued, his every word sharper than thorns for Rafaelo.

"Yes. Xander loved dogs," Bason’s voice came from the other side, tinged with pain. He quickly shifted the conversation, trying to secure a meeting with Azrael. It was clear he didn’t want to miss such an opportunity.

"Sure, let’s meet someday," Azrael replied, ending the call with Minister Bason. He slid his phone back into his pocket, much to Rafaelo’s relief. But Rafaelo knew he would die a little every minute, worrying about the video and its potential to destroy him.

"Tell me what I need to do!" Rafaelo tried desperately, his voice cracking under the weight of his fear. He knew this wasn’t going to end anytime soon, but he at least needed to give it a try. "I will do anything if you delete that video!"

"I will call you when we are bored," Azrael replied, his voice turning cold and intimidating. "But for now, get out of my sight."

Rafaelo’s shoulders slumped at his words. He had come here to take over everything but Azrael turned the tables. He was now practically a puppet under them, just how Rivana had been his all these years. It was karma hitting back and he couldn’t escape it. It was all that stranger’s fault, one who had sent him the video that was long lost from his logs. If not for it, he would have never dared to threaten Rivana.

Leonora snickered, unable to hide her amusement at Rafaelo’s shrunken, defeated face as he dragged himself out of the hall. Azrael was truly a devil—one who would crush his enemies without mercy. But when it came to his woman, he would ensure her tormentors suffered a fate worse than death.

Once Rafaelo was gone, followed by the young assistant he had hired, Leonora turned to Rivana. She was sitting with a blank expression, her eyes distant and unfocused. The sight worried Leonora. Walking over, she placed a hand on Rivana’s shoulder and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Rivana nodded, a sigh leaving her lips. "I’m fine," she murmured, though her voice lacked conviction. Rafaelo had turned out to be the worst of everyone who had tortured her in the past. She hated Viktor for framing her as a murderer for Rubina’s child that never existed in the first place, but Rafaelo had defeated him and took the first spot. He was a total psychopath! The weight of it all pressed heavily on her chest.

"We should send that video to the police. Let them handle him," Leonora suggested, her tone firm. After all, a life had been lost, and Xander deserved justice, no matter if he had been a good or bad person.

Callum shook his head, stepping forward. Having worked in the underground for as long as he could remember, he knew things didn’t work that way. "No, we will hold onto it as leverage. We can use it whenever we need Rafaelo to play our puppet," he countered, his voice calm but laced with mischief.

Leonora’s eyes narrowed as she considered Callum’s words. "Leverage? Just like how he used it to bully Rivana all these years?"

"Absolutely!" Callum nodded confidently. "With that video, we can control him. He’ll have no choice but to do as we say—unless he decides to give up on life," he added casually, his tone almost too nonchalant.

Leonora felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. They seemed deeply involved in the Mafia, she thought, considering how casually they spoke of death. But she didn’t mind, as long as Azrael continued to treat her friend nicely, protect her, and give her the life she deserved.

Callum, who had been all smiles at their victory, suddenly felt the temperature in the room drop. He glanced at his boss, whose annoyed expression and cold glare conveyed it all. Azrael wanted them gone so he could spend time alone with his wife. Ah, he had really changed after marriage. Callum scowled, upset with his behavior.

"I will handle the rest of the things, Boss," Callum said, much to Azrael’s pleasure. He smiled at Rivana and added, "Please, excuse me."

He then glanced at Leonora, who blinked in confusion. Moving his jaw toward the exit, he silently signaled her to leave. Leonora quickly understood and nodded.

"I’ll go and inform Uncle Michael that things are fine. Your team must be worrying about Rafaelo’s sudden arrival," she said to Rivana. At her nod, Leonora quickly walked out, followed by Callum.

Once they were alone, Azrael turned to his wife. He couldn’t quite read her expression, wondering what was running through her mind. Trying to comfort her, he said gently, "It’s all over now. You can relax."

Rivana looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Tears began to form in her eyes. Yes, it was a relief to see Rafaelo punished for hurting her, but the scars from all the torment were still fresh and painful. It might take years for them to heal.

Unable to hold herself back, she stood up and pounced into Azrael’s arms. Her strength made him stumble back, but he leaned against the table, supporting himself. He patted her head, his other hand circling around her waist, holding her closely.

"Thank you," Rivana murmured, burying her head in his chest. Tears spilled out of her eyes, her emotions barely in check. She had always been in this position—helplessly getting trampled down under someone. It wasn’t new to her. But this was the first time someone had taken her side, fought on her behalf, and preserved her dignity. For the first time, she truly felt like she had won a battle, one she had been fighting alone for decades.

Azrael broke the hug gently. He wiped her tears and cupped her cheek. "It’s my responsibility as your husband to protect you. So, you don’t need to thank me for it, silly."

Rivana smiled at his words, her heart pounding with gratitude. She nodded and hugged him again.

Azrael held her tightly, then leaned closer to her ear and murmured, "But if you really want to thank me, there’s a special way to do it."

Rivana looked up at him, her brows furrowing in curiosity. "How?" she asked, blinking innocently.

Azrael’s lips lifted into a smirk, and a blush crept across Rivana’s cheeks as realization dawned on her. She quickly broke out of his embrace, lowering her face to hide her heating cheeks. "We’re at the office!" she complained, her voice flustered.

Azrael grabbed her hand and pulled her back. A gasp Rivana’s her lips, her hands instinctively resting on his chest. "As if I care," he uttered and captured her lips.