While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127: Chapter 127 The Research Paper

The metal muzzle felt icy against the hot skin of Xiomara’s forehead.

​Xiomara’s eyes stretched wide with pure terror. Her breathing was short and ragged, her chest heaving as she tried to pull in air. She was flat on her knees, her palms pressed hard against the cold floorboards as if trying to push herself straight through the ground.

​She opened her mouth, and a raw scream tore out of her throat. It was high, sharp, and totally desperate, cutting straight through the quiet room.

​"Please! Please don’t do this!"

​Professor Sterling’s face flushed a deep, angry red. Sweat glistened on his forehead, and his hands trembled at his sides.

​"Wesley!" the professor barked out, his voice cracking with panic. "Stop her right now! If you let that girl lay another finger on my student, I will come after you with everything I have. I swear it! I will ruin your name. I will tear down everything you’ve built!"

​Wesley barely moved. He just raised a single eyebrow, looking completely unbothered by the threat.

​"You’ll fight me?" Wesley asked, his tone almost amused.

​"I will!" Sterling snapped back.

​Wesley let out a short laugh. "Sterling, you couldn’t fight your way out of a wet paper bag."

​The professor’s face went from red to purple, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. But Veyra didn’t pay any attention to him. She didn’t lower the heavy steel in her hand even a fraction of an inch.

​Veyra leaned in a bit more, pressing the heavy barrel harder against Xiomara’s trembling skin.

​A small, pathetic whimper escaped Xiomara’s throat.

​"I told you once before," Veyra said, her voice dropping low and quiet. "You can say whatever stupid things you want about me. I don’t care. But you will never, ever talk trash about my husband."

​Xiomara nodded frantically, tears spilling over her eyelids and trailing down her flushed cheeks. "I won’t! I swear I won’t! I’ll never say a word about him ever again!"

​Veyra looked down at her, her eyes completely calm, almost empty of emotion.

​"Say it again," Veyra said softly.

​Xiomara blinked through her tears. "What?"

​"Say it again," Veyra repeated, her hand steady on the grip. "The nasty things you said about him a minute ago. Say them right now. I want to hear them again."

​Xiomara’s face went dead pale, all the color draining right out of her lips. "I can’t..."

​"Say them."

​Xiomara swallowed hard, her voice coming out as a shaky, barely audible whisper. "He’s just a hired hand... A shadow... He follows Wesley around everywhere like a loyal dog."

​Veyra’s grip tightened around the handle.

​Before anyone could react, she swung her hand sideways and brought the heavy metal barrel down hard. It cracked loudly against the side of Xiomara’s head.

​Xiomara screamed out in pain, her hand flying up to cover the injury. Blood started to seep through her fingers, and her eyes welled up with fresh tears.

​"That’s for every single time you decided to open your mouth," Veyra growled.

​Xiomara’s entire body was shaking now, curled up tight on the floor.

​"I’m so sorry!" she sobbed, weeping into the floor. "I’m sorry! Please, just don’t hit me again!"

​Veyra stood over her for a second, watching the girl writhe on the ground.

​Then, slowly, she lowered the weapon.

​She took a step backward, letting out a soft sigh. When she spoke next, her tone was suddenly light, almost bright and cheerful.

​"Relax, I’m just joking," Veyra said with a faint smile. "I was only playing around with her."

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