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**✧･ﾟ: 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝟏 – 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 :･ﾟ✧

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-•°💔 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐎𝐕 💔°•-

"You're fired."

The words echoed in my mind as I sat at the bar, gripping my drink tighter. Fired. After years of loyalty, dedication, and late nights, all it took was one betrayal to ruin everything.

And by whom? My so-called best friend.

She had seduced the boss, and the next thing I knew, I was packing my things, humiliated and jobless.

"I swear, if I see them again, I’ll rip them apart."

The alcohol burned down my throat, but the anger burned hotter.

"Another."

The bartender hesitated, looking at me cautiously, but I shot him a glare. He quickly poured another.

I wasn’t in the mood for caution. I was in the mood to forget.

I barely noticed the people around me anymore, the crowd blurring into the background. That was until I felt a presence—intense, suffocating, powerful.

Someone was watching me.

Before I could react, a voice cut through the noise.

"Hey, sweetheart."

I groaned inwardly. Not tonight.

A group of men had approached, their grins sending a wave of disgust through me.

"Not interested," I muttered, swirling my drink.

"Oh, come on. Don’t be like that—"

Before he could finish, I felt it.

A strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against something solid—warm, firm, possessive.

A deep voice, smooth as silk but sharp as a blade, spoke:

"She’s taken."

The entire group froze.

-•°🔥 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 🔥°•-

I wasn’t planning to interfere.

But the moment I saw those men approach her, something inside me snapped.

She was mine.

They just didn’t know it yet.

"Who the hell are you?" one of them challenged.

I smirked, tightening my grip on her waist.

"Her husband."

A sharp intake of breath. Not from them—from her.

She turned to me, her dark brown eyes dazed and confused.

"M-my husband?" she stammered.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "Yes, and who told you to drink this much, hmm? Look at you—can’t even recognize your own husband."

Her lips parted slightly, a flicker of guilt crossing her features. She believed me.

Perfect.

The men stepped back, hesitant. They weren’t stupid enough to challenge me.

"Now, if you’ll excuse us," I said coldly.

Before she could protest, I bent down and scooped her into my arms effortlessly.

"H-hey!" she gasped, gripping my shirt.

She was light. Fragile. And for some reason, I didn’t want to let go.

"Put me down," she mumbled, her head lolling against my chest.

I ignored her, walking toward my car. The cold air hit her, and she shivered. Instinctively, I held her closer.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Home."

Her lashes fluttered, and for the first time, she didn’t argue.