Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1751

Nikolai spat at the ground. “Get out of our way, or don’t blame me for extending my courtesy to you, Dad! Don’t squawk about disrespect by then!”

Mr. Lark’s eyes widened in lividity. “You dare lay your hands on your old man?! I'm still your goddamn Pa! You may have your harpy of a mother cheering you on for being a paragon of jacka**es, but don’t mistake that as authority to do anything you like, you insolent brat! Christ, you’re a carbon copy of your mother! I shouldn’t be surprised though; a child takes after the parent who raises them, after all, and right now, you’re an embarrassment and I wish you were never born!”

Nikolai clenched his teeth, his hateful eyes zeroing in on Melanie. In his mind, he had already equated every fault as her doing. One look at Nikolai’s face was enough to tell anyone that he wanted to tear her into pieces with his bare hands.

Finally, Melanie’s second eldest brother, Miklan, yanked his big brother by his shoulder. “Nikolai, snap out of it. This is your sister you’re looking at, man. Don’t scowl at her with that hideous demonic impression as if she’s your blood enemy. I mean, can we even blame her? Our real foes are the Wests and the Smiths, guys.”

Nikolai’s fury found a new target in Miklan, and he swung his brother’s hand away. “What the f**k? Trying to take on the nice guy act, seriously?! You’ve always been like this, Miklan, acting docile like a good puppy in front of dad! Lo and behold, you get your share of the family wealth, too, but look at where we are now—our f**king wealth is no more! Who are you trying to fool with that stupid act?!”

Unthinkably, Miklan did not share a mote of Nikolai’s pugnacity. Despite his brother’s attitude, the former merely replied in dismay, “Whatever floats your boat, man. It’s fine to demand justice and everything, but no one should have gotten physical; that crosses the line. We’re all Larks here, right? We’re family. An in-fighting like this is just pointless. If you people really wanted substantive changes, shouldn’t you be demanding your ‘justice’ from, I dunno, Jackson West or Alejandro? Instead of taking it out on a woman while Alejandro isn’t at home—you guys are just a bunch of pussies!”

Mrs. Lark responded by decking Miklan on the face. “Are you even my own flesh and blood? Why are you standing up for that disgraceful b*tch?! Whatever she’s experiencing right now is incomparable to the bulk of our losses, stupid!”

Never hit a person on their face—especially a man’s. Unsurprisingly, her action drew Miklan’s genuine ire. “Goddamn it, how about you stop acting like a rabid cur, Mom?” he bristled. “She may not be your daughter, but she’s still my sister… We share the same father, for Christ’s sake! Do you really think I’m gonna just stand here and watch you people lynch her? Use your head for once, people—what benefit can you even reap from lynching her?! Will it make Jackson and Alejandro stop their assault? Jesus Christ, is any one of you ever going to be reasonable?!”

Someone among the crowd had grown impatient. “Screw you, brat! We’re here to demand justice; who the hell gives a damn about your family’s internal drama?! Get that fixed behind closed doors, pal! We just wanna take good care of Melanie—because ain’t no Larks ever tolerated traitors and snitches!”