Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 219

In this part of South Africa, Raven's name was infamous.

He commanded a small army of hired guns, with influence spread across multiple provinces. Most people wouldn't dare cross him unless they had a death wish.

Whenever Martin wanted to butcher a rich outsider, he paid a fortune to hire Raven as muscle.

It almost always worked.

Andres looked at Raven.

Raven looked back, interest flickering in his gaze.

Hans, Murray, and the others stood perfectly still—eyes lowered, faces blank, as if nothing in the room could possibly surprise them.

To Martin, it looked like fear. Like Andres's tough guys had finally met someone who scared them.

Martin started barking orders, thrilled with himself. "Raven—break his arm. Take one."

Raven frowned slightly. "What did you say? I didn't catch that."

Martin raised his voice, impatient. "I said I want him crippled. Take one of his arms."

Raven nodded, as if clarifying a detail. "Which one?"

Martin snapped, "The right."

Raven strode forward, long legs eating the distance.

He moved like a man who didn't just carry violence—he wore it.

Martin could already picture Andres White on his knees, begging.

But just as Raven reached Andres, he walked straight past him without slowing down—and kept going.

Right toward Martin.

Martin's face drained. "I told you to take his arm, you—ahhh!"

A scream tore out of him as Raven wrenched Martin's right arm out of its socket with brutal efficiency.

Raven smiled. "How's that feel?"

Martin's voice came out warped with pain. "Raven—what the hell are you doing? I'm your employer!"

Raven kicked him away like trash, then turned back to Andres, opened his arms, and pulled him into a firm embrace.

"Boss. We heard you were coming. The guys and I have been waiting."

Martin lay on the floor, clutching his useless arm, his mind refusing to accept what he'd just heard.

Back then, the real legend in these parts had been someone else—someone ruthless, brilliant, and terrifying.

A man known only as KING.

KING was a name that thundered through the underground.

Stories about him were endless—how he fought, how he planned, how he conquered. Men followed him. Enemies broke under him.

When KING rose, Raven hadn't even been worthy of carrying his gear.

Then somehow Raven caught KING's eye. KING lifted him up.

And within a few years, Raven became the mercenary boss everyone feared.

No.

No way.

This Andres—this man who looked like he belonged in a tailored suit at a charity gala—could he really be that KING?

Martin dropped to his knees in front of Andres, shaking.

"I was blinded by greed. I deserve to die. I used a fake diamond to insult you."