Page 11 of Wrong Marriage. Right Groom
“You think you can humiliate me in front of everyone and just walk away like it’s nothing?” His voice sank, rough and vicious. “You made a mistake you don’t get to walk away from. And I assure you... you will pay for it, you arrogant, blind bastard.”
Another bang.
The hinges groaned.
I flinched despite myself.
Call the police.
The thought came—but died just as quickly.
The Pérez name wasn’t just powerful—it was untouchable. It seeped into everything. Police stations. Courts. Politics. Money moved where they wanted it to move, and people looked away when they needed them to.
If Bruno wanted in, he was coming in.
No one would stop him.
My head turned toward the hallway leading to my bedroom, my mind searching for escape routes I already knew didn’t exist.
He already knew I was here. He could probablysmellthe fear bleeding off me.
The pounding grew more aggressive, more impatient.
Wood creaked.
Metal strained.
“He’s going to break it down,” I whispered, the words barely leaving my lips.
My pulse spiked, my senses sharpening instinctively.
“This damned door refuses to yield,” Bruno called, his tone almost bored. “Very well. Come and open it yourself—now. Perhaps I will be merciful... if you are quick enough.”
A humorless sound rose in my chest.
Merciful?
Men like him didn’t know what that word meant.
I rose from the chair, but I wasn’t about to open that door, not even with his threat pressing against me.
I stepped back—slow, unsteady—then again, forcing distance between myself and it.
Not because it would save me, but because instinct screamed for space.
“I see you intend to defy me,” he said coldly. “Very well. I will not stop until this damned door gives way. And by the time I step inside, you will be praying for an end that will not come easily.”
Then his strikes on the door grew heavier, more insistent, the entire frame shuddering with each impact as my heart lurched and I moved blindly in panic—
Then—
A final, deafening crash.
The door gave.
Wood splintered violently, the crack echoing through the apartment as the frame tore apart under the force.
Metal shrieked as the lock ripped free.
