Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Violet

I was genuinely scared Matthew would do something. I’d never seen him that angry, and there was no way I was going to be stupid enough to admit I’d slept with his father, or that I was going to marry him. If I said it, he’d snap. He could hit me, strangle me; I wasn’t about to hand Sebastian a world without a big sister. And I’d watched enough true-crime to know how it ends, a body, a headline, and a funeral. I wouldn’t make my brother an orphan.

If worst came to worst I’d kick him where it hurts and run. That was the plan. It felt childish, but it was the best solution. That was before Roman stepped in.

He stepped in front of us, hands in his pockets, and the room shifted. He was tall, so tall he completely blocked my view of Matthew, but I didn’t need to see Matthew to know his color had drained away.

Matthew was scared. I was confused, Roman wasn’t a terrifying man. He was stern, cold sometimes, but not savage like his older brother. Still, looking at Roman now, some instinct rooted me to the floor, there was something about him that made me want to step back.

“You have one minute to explain why I shouldn’t kill you, Matthew,” Roman growled.

Matthew didn’t answer. That only seemed to enrage Roman further. He stepped forward, and before anyone could react, he grabbed Matthew by the collar and yanked him upright with one hand.

One fucking hand!

I gasped and stumbled back.

Matthew groaned, trapped in Roman’s grip, his eyes wide with shock. Roman tilted his head slightly, his tone almost casual as he said, “You’ve got one minute, child. Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you for what you did to her.”

Matthew’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “W-we were just talking, Uncle,” he stammered. “Violet is my girlfriend. It’s not what you think. Nothing happened-I swear, we were just having a conversation.”

For a moment, I couldn’t even process what I’d just heard. My mind froze as I took in the scene before me. The professor I’d always known as calm and composed was now gripping someone by the neck, threatening to kill him. It was terrifying. The resemblance between him and Hades was unmistakable, their eyes, their fury, their very presence when angry. It was like staring at two versions of the same person.

Roman’s voice dropped low. “Do you think I give a fuck?”

Matthew flinched, and my heart thudded against

* ribs.

“Even if she is your wife,” Roman continued, “if she tells you to stop, you get your hands off her. You don’t touch her. No matter what.”

Matthew swallowed hard. “I-I-”

Roman ignored him. He glanced at his watch and said, “A minute is up.”

Before Matthew could even react, Roman’s fist slammed into his face. Blood spattered across the floor as Matthew let out a choked cough. My eyes widened when he cried out in pain, the sound cut straight through my chest.

Roman raised his fist again. My body moved before my mind could catch up.

“No!” I screamed, the word ripping from my throat. Adrenaline surged through me as I lunged forward, grabbing his arm with both hands. My fingers dug into his skin, desperate to stop the next blow. My pulse thundered in my ears, my chest heaving as I struggled against the strength in his grip.

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Chapter 118

It was useless. With terrifying case, Roman lifted me off the ground. A startled yelp escaped me as my body jerked upward, my feet kicking helplessly in the air.

“Oh my God!” I squealed, clutching his arms instinctively. My eyes blinked rapidly. How the hell was he this strong?

Roman was lean, toned, and muscular, but he wasn’t some hulking brute. There was nothing about him that should have made this possible. And yet here I was, dangling like a ragdoll in his hands. How could he possibly lift two people with nothing but strength? Was that even humanly possible?

For a split second, his eyes met mine, and I swear they flashed, just like Hades’ did when he was furious. My stomach twisted, every instinct screaming at me to run, but my body wouldn’t move. Somehow, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

The room seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with tension. Matthew was still gasping, blood dripping down his chin. while Roman held him as if he weighed nothing at all.

“Are you okay?” Roman’s voice was calm, but the concern in his eyes caught me completely off guard. After everything I’d just witnessed, it felt almost unreal to see him like this.

I nodded slowly, still struggling to piece everything together. “I… yes, I’m okay. But I don’t think he is.” My hand moved on its own, gesturing toward Matthew, whose shirt was now stained with blood.

Roman’s gaze flicked to him, and for a heartbeat, I thought his expression might soften. But it didn’t. His features hardened instead, his tone low as he said, “I’ve not even started yet.”

A shiver crawled down my spine.

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