Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143

“Don’t look so terrified,” Ethan sneered, completely misinterpreting the fear that flickered across my face. “This is exactly what happens when pretty little things wander into private rooms with men like me.”

My voice trembled just a bit as I tried to steady myself. “I only wanted to talk about—”

“Talk?” He laughed, the sound bouncing harshly off the walls. “No one comes up here to talk.”

My heart hammered in my chest, steady and strong as I took in the scene around me. Three years of relentless, brutal training had been preparing me for this very moment. I watched him carefully as he moved closer, noting the wider stance he took, the way he leaned forward with confidence, and the glimpse of his bare midsection beneath his shirt.

When he was close enough for me to catch the scent of his expensive cologne, I met his gaze squarely, letting go of the frightened façade I’d been holding.

“You really think I came here to be your victim?” I asked, my voice suddenly calm and unwavering.

For a brief second, confusion flashed across his face—a hesitation so quick it almost went unnoticed. That was the opening I needed.

The instant his hand reached out toward me, I drove my knee up sharply with precise force. The blow made him double over, a strangled gasp escaping his lips more from shock than pain. Without missing a beat, I followed up with a brutal elbow strike to the back of his neck, sending him crashing hard onto the floor.

“Three years of training wasn’t wasted after all,” I said, circling him as he struggled to catch his breath.

Ethan staggered to his feet, his handsome features twisting into a mix of bewilderment and fury. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded, eyes flicking nervously toward the door. “Normal women don’t fight like that!”

I kept my distance, watching every move he made. “I’m here to collect a debt, Ethan Morris.”

His eyes narrowed as he studied me more closely. Something flickered in his expression—a mix of recognition and disbelief. “No way… you’re…”

I didn’t give him the chance to finish. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I slid my hand beneath my dress to the thigh holster and pulled out a slender silver blade that shimmered faintly in the dim light.

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