Chapter 4 - The Tables Turn
Inside the luxury honeymoon suite, Ethan dropped to his knees on the carpet. His jaw throbbed with excruciating pain, and his right arm hung uselessly at his side.
The arrogant, menacing billionaire was completely gone, replaced by a terrified, stammering coward staring up at the woman he thought he owned.
"Maya, wait... please, let's talk about this!" Ethan begged, sweat pouring down his pale face as he looked at the aluminum bat lying on the floor between them.
Maya didn't rush. With slow, deliberate, and chillingly authoritative movements, she stepped forward and picked up the aluminum bat. She weighed it casually in her hand, the metal gleaming under the moonlight, her green silk dress flowing around her athletic frame.
"Your father’s weapon won’t save you now," Maya said, her voice sharp and flawlessly composed.
She stood tall over Ethan, looking down at him with complete, calm dominance. The power dynamic in the room had shifted permanently in less than thirty seconds.
"Welcome to our honeymoon, husband," Maya whispered quietly, her decisive tone making Ethan shiver uncontrollably.
"What do you want?!" Ethan cried out, scrambling backward until his back hit the edge of the elegant bed. "If you hurt me, ship security will lock you in the brig! My father will destroy you!"
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"I don't want to hurt you, Ethan," Maya replied, pulling a thick, black leather folder from her suitcase resting on the champagne stand. "I want you to confess."
👉 Read Part 5 to see what Maya pulled out of the black folder.
