Emily stood in shock as the intruder, Olivia Dante, unleashed a barrage of insults upon her. The woman's words were like a relentless storm, accusing her of being a gold digger and questioning her place and status. Emily's face reddened with anger, but she couldn't bring herself to respond to the vitriol.
"Please be warned, you cannot just barge into my house and start insulting me. I will not have you do that; it's like you lack manners," Emily finally retorted, trying to maintain her composure.
Olivia's eyes blazed with fury, and she raised her hand, delivering a stinging slap to Emily's face. Shocked and hurt, Emily felt the burning sensation on her cheek, but she refused to back down.
Meanwhile, Ethan and Mike, his bodyguard, watched the drama unfold. At first, Ethan was amused, curious to see how Emily would react to Olivia's provocation. But when Olivia's slap landed on Emily's face, Ethan's amusement transformed into a chilling anger. The temperature in the room seemed to drop as his expression darkened.
With rapid, deliberate steps, Ethan descended the stairs, his voice resonating through the mansion as he confronted Olivia, "Bitch, what did you just do?" His words dripped with menace, and his tone was filled with a cold fury that sent shivers down Olivia's spine.
"What gave you the boldness and effrontery to come into my house and slap my wife?" Ethan continued, his voice growing louder and colder with each step he took. He finally stood in front of Emily, and when he saw the trickle of blood from her lip, his anger surged.
In a swift and fluid motion, Ethan's hand shot out, delivering a resounding slap to Olivia's face. Her shrill cry echoed through the room as she recoiled in pain, pointing at Ethan with trembling hands.
"You dare slap me? My husband, your dad, must hear of this!" Olivia exclaimed, her voice quivering with anger and shock.
Ethan's voice remained icy as he asserted, "This is my house, and you cannot just barge in like you own it and slap my wife. I don't care whom you are married to, whether it's my dad or Mr. Antony Dante. But one thing is clear: I make the rules here, not Mr. Dante. And next time you go around slapping or insulting my wife, you'll have me to contend with."
Emily had to hold Ethan's hand to prevent him from striking Olivia again. "Get out!" Ethan barked, his voice unwavering. Olivia fled from the house, her threats and protests fading as she retreated