Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165: I’m refusing to enable you

Florine had been quietly savoring her victory when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Frowning at the unexpected interruption, she got to her feet and walked toward the front door.

The moment she opened it, her eyes widened in shock.

Before she could say a word, one of the men standing outside shoved the door open and pushed past her.

"Ah!" Florine stumbled backward, barely managing to keep her balance.

Within seconds, several men stormed into the house, spreading through the living room and knocking over furniture. Decorative items crashed to the floor as drawers were yanked open and belongings were tossed aside.

"What are you doing?" Florine cried, panic rising in her voice. "Who are you people? Stop!"

The commotion drew Nora out of her bedroom.

The moment she saw strangers tearing through the house, anger flashed across her face.

"Mom!" she shouted, rushing to Florine’s side.

Florine immediately pulled her into a protective embrace, both of them watching helplessly as the men continued wrecking the room.

Hearing the noise, France hurried out from the hallway.

"Hey! Who are you? What do you think you’re—"

He never finished his sentence.

The nearest man caught him by the shoulder with practiced ease and, using his momentum against him, threw him hard onto the floor.

France hit the ground with a painful thud.

"Ugh!"

"France!" Florine and Nora screamed in unison, horror etched across their faces as they rushed toward him.

Before they could reach him, another man stepped into their path, silently blocking the way.

The room fell into tense silence, broken only by the sound of shattered glass and France’s pained groans as he struggled to sit up.

France gritted his teeth and pushed himself onto one elbow, glaring at the men.

"Have you lost your minds?" he snapped. "Get out of my house!"

The tallest of the intruders didn’t even look at him. He continued inspecting the room while another man calmly swept a stack of framed photographs off a shelf, sending them crashing onto the floor.

Florine’s face had gone pale.

"Please," she begged, her voice trembling. "If you want money, we’ll give you whatever we have. Just stop destroying our home."

The man finally turned to face her, his expression cold and unreadable.

"Good," he said evenly. "Because if you don’t, your son won’t live to see another day."

The threat wasn’t an empty one.

Florine and Nora had seen firsthand what people like these were capable of. They knew the man wasn’t bluffing.

A wave of fear washed over them as they instinctively looked toward France, who was still struggling to get back on his feet.

If they wanted to keep him alive, they had no choice but to do exactly as they were told.

***

The front door slammed shut behind the intruders, leaving the house in eerie silence.

For a moment, none of them spoke.

Then Florine turned to France, fury replacing the fear on her face.

"This is your fault!" she shouted, her voice shaking. "Tell me the truth. How much did you lose this time?"

France rubbed his sore shoulder and looked away.

"I asked you a question!" Florine snapped.

He let out an irritated sigh. "It wasn’t that much."

"Not that much?" she repeated in disbelief. "Men just barged into our home, threatened your life, and destroyed everything we own, and you’re telling me it wasn’t that much?"

Nora stepped forward, glaring at her brother.

"You never learn, do you? Every time Mom bails you out, you promise to quit gambling, and every single time you go right back to it. Now you’ve dragged all of us into your mess."

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