The Strange Groom's Cursed Bride-Chapter 71: Mother-in-law

"Perfect daughter?" Pricillia scoffed, the words laced with acid. "If she were, none of this would have happened. Those two useless sisters. They are truly the same blood." Her fury escalated, her grip tightening on the plush leather of her seat.

And then—

VRRROOMMMM!!!

The engine of a car roared behind them like thunder erupting in the street. Pricillia jerked forward in her seat as the car suddenly braked, tires screeching.

"What the hell is—?"

Her words cut off as a sleek matte black sports car overtook them in a blur, then twirled sideways—burning rubber—and blocked their path, parked diagonally across the narrow road like a predator laying a trap.

Her body lurched as the car came to a full stop.

Her assistant’s hand slapped the horn, but the sound died beneath the dominance of the revving engine now idling ahead.

Pricillia instinctively touched her neck, her heart thudding. Reno mumbled apologies, his face pale, cussing under his breath at the reckless driver. "Who... who was that?" he stammered, peering through the tinted windshield.

Then, with a dramatic, almost theatrical flourish, the driver’s side door rolled silently upward, revealing the figure within. A tall man emerged, clad in casual dark clothing, tattoos snaking up his exposed arms and neck. His dark hair was pulled back in a neat bun, accentuating the sharp angles of his face.

Reno’s eyes widened, a choking sound escaping him. "Director... that’s Hades. Wildfire."

Pricillia’s heart skipped a beat, a cold dread washing over her. What did he want? Her mind raced, desperately searching for a reason, a strategy. She signaled for Reno to go check.

Hades was already walking towards their car, his stride deliberate, predatory. Reno hesitated, his hands visibly shaking, before he pushed open his door and moved to intercept. He took a shaky step towards Hades, his mouth opening to speak.

But he barely made it halfway before—

WHAM!

The kick was effortless. A blur of motion. Hades’s leg lashed out, connecting directly with Reno’s abdomen, sending him flying. The assistant let out a choked gasp, crumpling like a discarded rag as he landed with a sickening thud on the hood of their car.

Pricillia gasped, eyes wide with horror and a dawning understanding. This wasn’t a social call.

"Are you out of your mind?" Pricillia shrieked, leaping out of the car, eyes wide in disbelief.

Her heels clicked frantically on the pavement as she rushed toward him, her voice shrill with panic and fury. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?! In public? Do you want to end up in jail?!"

She glanced around, verifying her grim observation: there were no other cars. And it didn’t look like there were CCTVs either. Just how long had he been quietly following them?

Hades didn’t stop walking. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t even blink.

He reached her.

And before she could take another step back—

His hand shot out.

He grabbed a handful of her perfectly coiffed bun, his grip surprisingly firm.

Pricillia gasped, staggering. Her hands gripped his wrist instinctively. "L-Let go—!"

The moment froze. Her breath caught in her throat when he pulled her head back, forcing her to face him, her eyes wide and fixed on his.

"Let me be perfectly clear," Hades said softly, his voice like velvet over a blade.

His voice was a low, chilling whisper, utterly devoid of emotion, yet heavy with menace. "You might be her mother. But she’s mine now." His grip tightened, a palpable threat.

"If you lay your hands on her again," he whispered, "You shall vanish. And I will have your own firm cover the case, leaving no trace."

His grip loosened.

Then he gently smoothed her hair back in place like he hadn’t just threatened to erase her existence, a faint smile on his face.

He leaned close, lips inches from her ear.

"See you again, mother-in-law."

With that, he turned and walked back to his car, leaving a shaken Priscilla, staring at the back of the psychopath she had unfortunately gotten herself tied with.

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The matte black sports car roared down the quiet road, the engine’s growl a stark contrast to the silence inside. Hades was behind the wheel, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, a dark, dangerous energy radiating from him. Rowan sat beside him, utterly speechless, still processing the brutal, almost theatrical scene they had just witnessed. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Then, a low, humorless laugh rumbled from Hades’s chest. It was a rare sound, devoid of mirth, more of a release of tension.

Rowan, startled, glanced at him, a silent question in his eyes. Was he crazy?

Hades’s mind, however, was already replaying the scene in the apartment just moments ago. Alice. Her eyes, blazing with fury, her small frame surprisingly defiant as she shoved him. Him. Hades Wildfire, with no hesitation. Called him out. Told him to mind his business.

"If you dare try to own me," she had snarled, "I will kill you!"

A twisted sense of amusement settled over him. He had told her just yesterday that if she was being jealous, he would kill her. Now, she had mirrored his own dark pronouncement, throwing his words back at him with startling accuracy. The audacity of it.

The audacity of her.

He reached for the comms button on the dashboard. "Connect me to Milo," he instructed, his voice as cool and controlled as ever, despite the lingering aftertaste of that unexpected rage.

It didn’t take long. Milo’s familiar, cheerful voice crackled through the speakers. "Boss? Everything alright?"

Hades’ gaze was fixed on the road ahead, but his mind was already shifting gears, formulating a new, utterly unexpected directive. "Milo," he began, his voice calm, almost conversational, "about seducing Aurora..."

Rowan, beside him, stiffened. His brow rose so high it practically touched his hairline, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Hades lowkey was beginning to feel bad for Aurora. Because now, he was going show her what it meant if he wanted to own someone.

She was... doomed.

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