She Mocked My “Useless” Husband Then My Family Ended the Party Chapter 05

She Mocked My “Useless” Husband Then My Family Ended the Party Chapter 05

Four silhouettes filled the doorway, backlit and 

unhurried. 

Arthur led. The others fell in behind him. 

“Arthur…” 

I broke. The tears came, and I couldn’t stop them. 

Arthur took one look at me. Then at Julian. 

My swollen face. My bloodied hands. Julian 

crumpled on the floor next to the display case, not 

moving, barely breathing. 

His expression went dark. 

“Nobody leaves.” 

Two of Arthur’s men moved without a word. Rifle 

butts swung in brutal, coordinated arcs. 

Two sharp cracks. 

Both bodyguards hit the floor screaming, their 

backs broken. 

I scrambled free and threw myself toward Julian. 

“Eleanor! He’s not breathing. Please!” 

The woman behind Arthur was already moving, 

white coat, silver trauma kit in hand. 

Eleanor. Julian’s sister. The surgeon who didn’t. 

lose people on her table. 

“Clara, move!” 

Her voice cut through the chaos, steady and 

absolute. 

She ripped Julian’s shirt open. Her fingers flew 

over his chest, feeling for the pulse that wasn’t 

there. 

“The magnetic field shorted the pacemaker. He’s 

in v–fib!” 

Her hands blurred. Pads on. Defibrillator primed. 

All in seconds. 

“Two hundred joules. Charge!” 

“Clear!” 

THUMP! 

Julian’s body jolted off the floor and dropped back 

down. 

I knelt beside them, teeth sunk into the back of my 

hand, choking down every sound. 

Chloe found her voice. 

She looked at the armed men filling her ballroom, 

and instead of going quiet, she got louder. 

“Who are you people?” 

“You touched my people? In my city? You’re not 

walking out of here.” 

She whipped around to Felix. 

“Felix! Call the police. I want every one of them arrested!” 

Felix looked like he was about to collapse. 

His eyes had landed on the insignia on Arthur’s 

collar, black and gold, half–concealed. 

The Hayes family crest. The one name in this 

country no one crossed. 

“Chlo… Chloe…” 

Felix’s voice cracked. He kept backing away. “Stop. 

Just stop talking.” 

“What are you afraid of?” 

Chloe shoved him aside and got in Arthur’s face. 

“I don’t care who you are. You’re all finished!” 

“The Thorne family controls billions in this city! 

One word from me and I’ll…” 

“Billions?” 

The voice that cut her off was bored. Almost 

amused. 

The man to Arthur’s right was turning a solid gold 

lighter between his fingers. 

Silas. The man whose net worth made national 

economies look small. 

He pulled out his phone without hurrying. 

“Hello, Robert.” 

“I need every funding line the Thorne family has in 

Bayport cut. Three minutes.” 

“Take a short position against everything they 

own. All of it.” 

“I don’t care what it costs. I want Thorne Group 

stock on life support before sunrise.” 

He hung up and looked at Chloe. 

“I’m sorry. How much did you say your family was 

worth?” 

Chloe faltered for half a second, then forced a 

laugh. 

“Who do you think you are? God?” 

“You think one phone call can take down my family? Please.” 

Her phone started blowing up with alerts. 

She snatched it up, irritated. 

“Dad? What’s going on?” 

Her father’s voice came through the speaker, raw, 

unhinged, screaming. 

“What did you do? Who the hell did you piss off?” 

“The banks pulled our credit. All of them! Every partner just backed out! The stock is in free fall. Trading’s been halted!” 

“We’re done… the Thorne family is done!” 

The phone slipped from Chloe’s hand and 

clattered against the marble. 

She stared at the four of them, and for the first 

time, real fear cracked through. 

“Who… who the hell are you people?”