Secret Wife Is A Crazy Beast - Chapter 159

The gangster was struck by fear now. What had he gotten himself into? This little mission was supposed to be an easy side job, to harass a pampered little miss and take a few photos.

Why was he being yanked and dragged with the force of all the demons in hell by a girl less than a quarter his size? He tried to free himself again and again to no avail.

“Let go! Let go you crazy demoness! I was just doing as I was told!” he screamed. But Lina didn’t hear him.

It was as if she was having another one of those out-of-body experiences where it felt like someone else was in control of her body, that she was just a spectator inside. Her limbs had a life of their own.

She dragged him steadily despite all his kicking and yelling and twisting up to the toilet bowl. She jerked him up with both arms and held his head above the toilet water.

“Please, lady, stop this-” he began to protest.

But Lina wordlessly and mercilessly dunked his head inside as his screams became muffled by the intense gurgling of water filling his lungs.

No matter how he kicked, flailed or resisted, Lina’s grip was vise-like and relentless. His life was slowly getting snuffed out, as he drowned.

As the gangster’s movements died down and his body began to go limp, the room door was smashed open. But Lina didn’t so much as turn back to look who it was. u

All she felt was her body being enveloped and held tightly as two strong, trusting arms circled around her. She felt a warm, musky scent fill her nose and a slightly rough cheek touch hers, as if it had been freshly shaved only this morning.

“Let go, angel, that’s enough. You’re safe now” the deep, calming voice spoke to her quietly in her ear. The breath of the person holding her brushed gently against her ear, as he spoke, engulfing her cold rigid body.

But for some reason she couldn’t let go of the gangster’s head. There was a part of her that had to make sure he was no longer moving, no longer a threat.

She couldn’t let him get back up…or he could hurt the person holding her. The person whose safety she would easily kill for.

“Baby…please, I’m here now, I will look after you. Hubby is sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you. You can let go now” the voice continued to whisper and calm her.

“Hubby?” Lina uttered quietly. That word seemed so warm, so close and yet it was as if she couldn’t turn to look. She had to keep holding on. She had to make it safe.

All of a sudden, she began seeing black spots in front of her eyes. Her grip on the gangster’s head loosed as she dropped him. He fell limp on the side of the toilet bowl.

Lina began to sieze. Her knees buckled and she fell back into the body that was holding her. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her body shook violently.

Images flashed in front of her eyes. The Agency, Victor, the boss, blood all over her hands. Then she saw a black phone in her hand and a threatening text message, that she crushed under her foot…and then another heart wrenching text message on another phone-

*”Be safe, my love.”*

As Lina’s seizure stopped, her body twitched a little and she lay slumped in the arms of the man peering over her face, his hand on her cheek, and repeatedly moving down to her neck to check her pulse.

Lina felt something wet fall on her face, as she began to return to consciousness.

Her eyelids fluttered open slowly.

The face she saw above her, alive and healthy, brought relief to her tight chest. Her breathing became easier. The face she saw was the one that brought her the most happiness.

His skin was flawless like marble, and his eyes dark, brown eyes like melted chocolate, and his thin, soft lips quivering lightly. His soft hair was disheveled and falling into his eyes. Eyes that were wet. She realized the droplets on her face were this person’s tears. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #’re-safe-now_51459550536061098 for visiting.

Her hand reached up to his face, and wiped another tear about to fall. He bit his lip, trying to control himself as Lina’s hand stroked his cheek.

“Don’t be sad…plea-se” Lina’s voice cracked. “It’s…it’s all my fault. I put you through so much, darling. I am so sorry.”

Shen finally broke down. He couldn’t be strong anymore. He thought he was going to lose her again, and she had woken up to tell him it was her fault.

How could that be? How could it be her fault that someone attacked her again? She was the one who was hurt.

He pulled her up and hugged her small body tightly, stroking the back of her head, crying into her shoulder, unable to speak.

Tears spurted out of Lina’s eyes too as she sobbed back into his chest.

“I thought I lost you again” Shen whispered, trying hard to control his emotions.

“You’re never going to get rid of me, no matter how hard you try” Lina mumbled, still sniffling.

“How could I ever try to get rid of you, silly girl” her husband replied, his tight hug loosening a bit, as he relaxed.

She pulled back from Shen and cupped his face in her hands, her dark doe-like eyes looking into his with an uncanny seriousness.

“I remember. I remember everything now.”

Her words were strong, even though she had been crying. Her voice was filled with a determination, as if she had been set back on the path she had always strived for.

He saw in his wife, the usual confidence, her self-assured spirit that lifted his heart. They had won a small battle and she had come one step closer to taking back her own life.

“I have so much to tell you, but…I’m so confused. Where am I? I don’t think I have amnesia again…” Lina said looking around, confused.

And then she gasped, as she saw the limp body of a big, tattooed stranger next to them. She pushed back quickly, clinging on to Shen.

“This person…” she whispered, taken aback. “Is he…dead?”

Shen pinched the bridge of his nose as he realized the ‘elephant’ in the room was destroying their moment of triumph. But how could he break it to her gently, that she had actually killed a person with her bare hands.

But before he could explain it to her, she had already leaned forward, pulled his hair back roughly, and expertly checked his vitals.

She shrugged plainly, and sighed.

“Yup, dead as a doornail”