Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226: Chapter 226.

Courtesy of being Zane’s wife, I barely have to ask before chips are placed in front of me. The dealer gives me a polite nod as a neat stack is pushed my way.

"For you, ma’am."

A few of the men at the table exchange amused glances. One chuckles.

I smile sweetly, picking up my drink.

I’m already locked in, because now it isn’t just curiosity. It’s competition.

The cards are dealt smoothly, the soft flick of each one against the velvet table making my pulse sharpen with excitement.

First round.....i play cautiously, looking a little uncertain and hesitant.

I let my brows furrow slightly, pretending to think harder than I need to and just as planned..... i lose.

One man grins, another smirks.

"Oh, sweetheart," one says with fake sympathy, "you’ll get it."

I give them a soft, almost embarrassed laugh.

"Beginner’s luck, I guess."

Second round...Same thing, I fumble just enough and miss just enough then Lose again.

Their confidence grows immediately, so much that I can practically feel it.

The way they relax and they start assuming.

The way their eyes say easy money, exactly what I want. Because by the third roun...It’s showtime.

The cards land and I glance once, twice and thenhen calmly place my bet higher. A few eyebrows rise...Interesting.

The game moves quickly as tension builds.

One by one, they start dropping out. Until...i win.

The pile slides toward me...a much larger pile

I smile brightly.

"Oh."

I tilt my head innocently.

"Did I do that right?"

The expressions around the table shift to confusion and mild irritation.

I almost laugh.

LFourth round? Mine again.

Fifth? Still mine.

Sixth? Another clean win.

Now...The atmosphere has changed completely, no more smug amusement.

Now they’re watching me carefully. But they can’t see anything, I learnt pretty well from my brothers. And the money stacked in front of me?Beautiful.

I can’t help it, I’m having entirely too much fun.

"Oh my God," I mutter, laughing softly as I gather more chips. "This is amazing."

"You’ve played before," one man accuses.

I widen my eyes.

"Me?"

I place a hand dramatically over my chest.

"I’m just getting lucky."

They don’t fully buy it now. Good. That makes it even better.

The next round, I intentionally overplay and lose, enough to keep them from walking away and to make them think they still have a chance

I lean back slightly, adrenaline buzzing pleasantly under my skin.

I’m so focused...so absorbed in the thrill, the cards, the wins, the growing pile in front of me...That I barely notice someone new sliding into the seat beside me.

A little too comfortable and then....a hand slides up Resting on my open thigh.

My body goes rigid instantly, every muscle tightening in sharp, immediate anger.

What the hell? My head snaps toward him so fast it nearly makes my neck ache as pure fury rises before I can even speak, slap him or can rip his hand off myself.....a voice cuts through the entire table like a blade in the most terrifying way possible.

"Take your filthy hands off my wife..."

Silence crashes over the table as every single person stills and my breath catches. Because I know that voice and judging by the sudden fear flooding the man beside me.....so does everyone else.

I slowly turn and there he is.Zane.....he’s standing there, looking absolutely lethal.

His expression is calm.....Too calm, the dangerous kind. The kind that means violence is already being calculated.

His eyes aren’t on me, they’re locked entirely on the man touching me and somehow,...That makes it even more terrifying.

"Before," Zane says, his voice dropping lower, sharper, "I chop off your hands.

The man jerks his hand off me so fast it’s almost pathetic as his face drains instantly. His face full of fear, panic and Pure, immediate regret.

"I....I’m sorry...."

But apparently he didn’t take it off fast enough or Zane just doesn’t care, bcause Zane doesn’t even hesitate as His fist connects with the man’s face so violently that the crack echoes across the entire table and gasps erupt around us. The chair beside me topples backward as the man is thrown sideways, blood already spilling from his mouth.

"Oh my God...

Before anyone can fully react.....Zane hits him again and again....And again with no restraint. Just brutal, controlled violence.

The kind that makes it horrifyingly clear....this is not a man losing his temper, this is a man delivering punishment. The guy barely even gets the chance to defend himself when another punch hits him with a sickening grunt as blood splatters across the polished floor and the people at nearby tables stop entirely.

The whole section seems frozen but no one dares interfere. Because Zane right now?He looks absolutely murderous.

"Touch..."

Punch.

".....my....."

Punch.

"....wife...."

Another devastating blow

"....again."

The man is barely conscious now with his face is swollen, bloodied, and limp beneath the assault.

And suddenly....The reality of how far this could go slams into me.

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