Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

[Warning: Violence.]

The moment Chelsea raised her head, she saw a shadow of a figure standing right behind her.

Chelsea turned around in an instant and saw a man fully covered from head to toe in black, leaving only his scary eyes staring unblinkingly at her.

That man was wearing gloves, holding a knife in his right hand, glinting dangerously under the dim light.

"HELP--MMPPH!!" Chelsea wanted to scream out of instinct, hoping someone would hear her scream and help her.

But the man in black quickly wrapped his palm around her mouth and pressed tightly until Chelsea couldn't move her jaw to bite or scream.

SLAM!

The attacker pushed Chelsea's body until her back hit her car. She tried to struggle as much as possible, kicking and punching at random, but her attacker was too strong. This guy wasn't budging, no matter how much she tried to kick and punch him until she lost her energy.

She was left powerless as he leaned forward and clenched her jaw tighter than before.

Chelsea's eyes widened as she stared at her attacker's eyes.

There seemed to be no remorse in his eyes, making her wonder if this was an attack planned by someone who hated her or if it was a random attack because she happened to be a vulnerable woman in an empty parking lot.

The attacker leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "Your husband sends his regards."

Chelsea's eyes widened, and her breath stiffened as she tried to process what the attacker had just said.

But she didn't have time to ponder for long because the man suddenly placed the knife's sharp edge right on her left cheek.

Chelsea quickly realized what this man was about to do.

"MMPH! MMPHH!!" Chelsea struggled desperately. She started tearing up because she didn't want her beautiful face ruined.

She wouldn't have a chance with Vincent anymore if she became ugly!

The attacker slowly pressed the knife until it drew blood from Chelsea's cheek.

Then, he made a deep cut from the edge of her lips until it reached her earlobe.

Chelsea already fainted the moment the attacker finished the left cheek. The shock from physical and psychological pain was too much for her, especially after realizing that her face had been ruined.

The man didn't hesitate to carve Chelsea's right cheek as well. After all, it was to complete the order from his boss.

After the attacker carved both sides of her cheeks, he grabbed a bandage from his jacket and wrapped half of Chelsea's lower face to ensure she didn't die out of blood loss.

The order from his boss was to create a deep scar that would be very difficult-- or even downright impossible to fix without intensive surgery, something that Chelsea definitely couldn't afford.

So it would leave her with a pair of ugly scars on her face.ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ (f)ir(e).net

The attacker unlocked the car door and threw Chelsea inside her car.

He quickly left the scene, and with that, the order from his boss-- Mr. Phoenix Gray, had been completed.

**

Vernon was sitting in the living room at night. He was waiting for the news from his agent because he told that guy to execute it right before midnight.

His agent had been stalking Chelsea for three days after Vernon gave the order. Diamond sent much of the information to the agent before he carried out the order, giving him enough information to know where and when to strike.

And tonight was the moment he was supposed to attack.

Vernon tapped the carpet with his heel repeatedly. He was nervous, of course.

He knew that his agent was a professional. There were many instances that he had to do an underhanded method or else he'd be harmed first in a cutthroat business circle, and his agent never disappointed him.

But this was different. He wouldn't be nervous if it was about him. He was mostly reckless when it came to his own well-being.

But this problem involved Chloe, and he was ten times more cautious and nervous when Chloe was in the picture.

He didn't want Chloe to get hurt in any way, not after what she had experienced for the past ten years.

Vernon kept checking his phone until the clock hit the 00.00 mark, then he suddenly got a call from his agent under a private number.

Vernon answered the call and waited for the agent's report;

"Sir, the execution went well."

"Did you make it just like what I ordered?" Vernon asked. He wanted to make sure that the agent didn't accidentally kill Chelsea because all she wanted to do was to ruin her life, not end her.

"Yes, Sir, carved two deep cuts on her cheeks. She will not be able to hide it unless she undergoes intensive plastic surgery," the agent replied. "I bandaged her wound and stuffed her inside her car, to make sure that she would survive. All according to your given order."

"Including the words that you need to whisper to her?"

"Yes, Sir."

Vernon let out a relieved breath as if a big burden on his shoulder had been lifted.

Chelsea was the first one on his list, and he didn't need to do anything after this regarding Chloe's family. Because that family would soon crumble on their own.

Then, after it crumbled to the ground, he would deal with the bigger bastard, Thomas Davis.

"Good, I will send the payment in cash as always."

"Thank you, Sir. It's always nice having a business with you."

Beep.

The call ended, and Vernon threw his phone to the table.

He slumped on the sofa and rubbed his forehead for a while as he tried to let the stress out of his system.

Nothing was more nerve-wracking than dealing with Chloe's problem because he felt he was treading on thin ice.

One simple misstep and his beautiful life with Chloe would be shattered.

'If only you're as ruthless as I am, Chloe....'