Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1057

Right then, the hallway shook with a voice like rolling thunder.

“Touch my woman and you’re finished!”

Everyone froze. The anger in that shout was so fierce, it made their ears ring. Juan’s steps stalled. Before he could react, a tall figure came storming down the corridor, moving like a shadow, radiating pure destruction.

There was a sharp crack. No warning, no wasted words. James landed a vicious roundhouse kick that sent the man in the floral shirt flying, slamming him into the wall. The sound of ribs snapping made everyone wince.

What happened next wasn’t a fight. It was a massacre.

James moved so fast he was almost a blur. Every hit was sharp, ruthless, and brutally efficient—elbows, knees, over-the-shoulder throws. The rich boys who’d spent their lives partying went down like dominos. Not one even managed a scream before hitting the floor.

Juan reached the doorway, about to say something, but James, lost in a red haze, punched him square in the face. The impact was terrifying. Juan’s nose broke with a sickening crunch, and he toppled backward, blood pouring from his face. He didn’t even have time to groan.

James didn’t look to see who he’d hit. He didn’t seem to care. He yanked off his tie, his eyes wild and bloodshot, violence pouring off him in waves. He didn’t bother with fancy moves. Just raw force, one punch after another. Every hit landed hard, and every time someone tried to crawl away, he put them down again.

In less than thirty seconds, the front of the private room was a disaster zone. The arrogant heirs who’d swaggered in earlier now lay scattered across the floor, clutching their stomachs or legs, groaning and unable to move. Inside, the women had lost it completely, huddling in the corner, hands over their heads, screaming and shaking.

The noise was so loud it felt like the club was about to collapse. Doors in the hallway flew open. Abriella, Krystina, and Sylvia rushed out, stopping dead in shock at the chaos in front of them, mouths wide, eyes huge.

The club manager came running with security, panting and frantic. The second he saw the scene, his face drained of color.

“Stop! Stop right now!” The manager shouted, panic plain in his voice. His heart was racing. All these guys on the floor—big names, sons of the city’s top families. If anything happened to them, the club was done for.

“Who’s causing all this? Security, break it up!” the manager yelled, pushing forward to intervene.

But just as he got close, someone blocked him with an arm. Steve was leaning against the wall, smiling lazily, blocking the way like he had all the time in the world.

“What’s your hurry?” Steve said, glancing over at James as he calmly fixed his sleeves. He looked amused. “Can’t you see he’s busy protecting his wife?”

“All this time, the ‘Mr. Nelson’ running the business was actually his brother, using the name,” he said.

A ripple of shock ran through the crowd. “Twins? He took his brother’s place?”

The guy nodded, eyes wary. “Heard they’re twins. Old money hates twins. They say twins fight over fate, and one’s always doomed.”

“No wonder the real Mr. Nelson died young. Must be the curse of twins,” someone muttered.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” another person hissed. “Who still believes that stuff? It’s just the kind of secret these families keep.”

“Whatever you think, look at the bodies on the floor. James is a nightmare come alive.”

The whispers were quiet, but in that stunned, silent hallway, every word was crystal clear.