The Queen's Back

Gordon grew impatient as Mona hesitated to make a choice. Finally, he decided to take matters into his own hands. With a swift motion, he pushed her onto the bed. Caught off guard, Moha stumbled and fell onto the soft surface, and before she could react, Gordon leaned over her. In that moment, fear gripped her heart.

All she could think about was Maxwell.

Gordon's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and dominance. "It's still me taking the lead this time. Next time, you'll be the one in charge."

As his words hung in the air, he focused on her enticing lips, leaning in for a kiss. Mona instinctively turned her head away. trying to avoid his advance.

Her rejection ignited a spark of anger in Gordon. Just moments ago, she had seemed eager, but now she was avoiding his touch. Realizing that everything she had said was a lie, his frustration boiled over.

In a sudden outburst, he slapped her across the face, then grabbed a handful of her hair, growling. You ungrateful little brat! You should consider it a privilege that I even look at you. How dare you deceive me? I'll make sure you learn your lesson today!"

Mona felt a sharp pain and tears streamed down her cheeks, a mix of hurt and indignation. Just as Gordon's lips were about to descend on her neck, she seized her phone and swung it hard against the back of his head. With all her strength, she aimed for a decisive blow, fearing that if she didn't incapacitate him, she would be the one in trouble.

The impact caught Gordon off guard; he collapsed onto her, stunned.

Mona took several deep breaths, panic rising within her. She hadn't wanted to resort to violence, but if she accidentally caused him serious harm, what would she do then?

But there was no choice-he had threatened her, and she was only defending herself.

As she attempted to push Gordon off her, her hand brushed against his head, feeling the warm, sticky blood trickling down his neck and onto her palm.

In that moment, true fear washed over her. It reminded her of the time Barbara had pushed her off the rooftop, leaving her bleeding and lifeless.

Shaking, she finally managed to shove Gordon away and sat up quickly. The sight of blood streaming from his head sent her heart racing. What if she had really killed him? Just then, her phone rang, breaking the tense silence.

Mona glanced at her phone and saw that Maxwell was calling. Her hands trembled as she answered, his familiar voice reaching her ears. Mona, where are you? What's going on?"

"I... I think I might have killed him. He's bleeding a lot, she stammered, her voice thick with panic.

"Calm down, Mona. I'm already at the factory, Are you inside?" Maxwell's tone was steady, trying to soothe her.

"Yes, I'm here. I'm waiting for you,' she replied, her heart racing

In her mind, Maxwell was invincible. With him around, she felt a sense of security that she desperately needed right now.

Mona instinctively scooted away from the bed, as if putting distance between herself and Gordon's injury would somehow lessen the weight of her actions.

As time passed slowly, she could hear the sound of a door creaking open. Relief washed over her; Maxwell had arrived. When he stepped into the room, he didn't see her at first. He moved deeper inside until he found her huddled in the corner 08-20 Wed, Oct 23 G?

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of the bed. Her usually smooth hair was tangled, and tears stained her cheeks. The sight struck him deeply. Without hesitation, he rushed to her side and enveloped her in his arms. It's okay, Mona. I'm here. I'm here"

His voice was gentle, soothing, like a parent comforting a frightened child.

In his embrace, Mona felt as if she had found a lifeline in a turbulent sea. She clung tightly to his suit, tears streaming down her face. "Maxwell, please check if he's dead."

She had been given a second chance at life, with revenge still to be had and debts yet to be repaid. The thought of ending up in prison now felt like the cruelest twist of fate.

Seeing the genuine fear in her eyes, Maxwell's expression hardened as he glanced at Gordon, who lay motionless on the bed. A surge of anger coursed through him. He had no intention of harming Mona, yet here was Gordon, threatening her safety. It seemed that all his earlier threats had been in vain. He gestured to Nigel, who had followed him in. "Check if he's still breathing"

Nigel approached Gordon and carefully checked for a pulse. He turned back to Maxwell and nodded.

"Get him out of here. Maxwell instructed. "Take him to my private hospital and don't let anyone know until he wakes up." Even if he wanted Gordon to suffer, he could not allow Mona to be implicated in any way.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

With that, Maxwell scooped Mona into his arms, carrying her effortlessly as he made his way out of the factory. Startled, she instinctively clunched his suit, burying her face in his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"It's okay, Mona. You don't have to be afraid. It's all over now, you're safe." he reassured her softly.

Hearing his reassuring words, Mona nodded slightly against his chest. As long as Gordon wasn't dead, she could breathe easier. The last thing she wanted was blood on her hands.

As Maxwell carried her along the quiet path, he glanced up at the star-studded sky. The surrounding farmlands lent a peaceful atmosphere to the night, a stark contrast to the turmoil they'd just experienced.

After some time, Mona realized they hadn't reached any vehicle yet. Concerned about tiring Maxwell, she said, 'Are we walking all the way back? Maybe you should put me down. I must be heavy."

"A car is coming to pick us up." Maxwell replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. "And you're not heavy at all." His words carried a hidden meaning-he wanted to keep holding her. Mona nodded, relieved. She couldn't imagine Maxwell carrying her all the way home; his legs would have been exhausted.

True to his word, a car soon pulled up beside them. An attendant respectfully opened the door, and Maxwell gently placed Mona inside before joining her.

Once settled. Maxwall naturally drew Mona onto his lap. Close your eyes and rest for a bit. I'm right here with you," he murmured.

At first, Mona felt a bit awkward in this intimate position. But hearing Maxwell's comforting words, she relaxed and found a comfortable spot in his embrace, slowly closing her eyes. Perhaps it was the fear and exhaustion from the night's events, or maybe it was the sense of security Maxwell's presence provided, but before long, Mona had drifted off to sleep.

When they arrived home, Maxwell signaled to the driver, who promptly departed. In the soft glow of the villa's exterior lights, Maxwell looked down at Mona's sleeping form, his eyes filled with tenderness. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and whispered, "I'm sorry. I should have protected you better."