Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 2257 Caught in the Act, but the Tables Turn!

“Oh my!” Chiara gasped in shock.

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At this moment, she was completely exposed–without a single piece of clothing on her! Her flawless, porcelain–like figure was priceless. How could she allow just anyone to see it?

At that, she instinctively reached for her clothes to cover herself, but in the next instant, shock and fear froze her movements, for the man standing at the door was none other than the husband she thought was dead.

“M–Maxwell? You’re alive?!” Chiara’s voice trembled.

Maxwell’s expression twisted between fury and greed as he took in the sight of her bare skin. Then, his anger exploded.

He had restrained himself for three years, never once touching this masterpiece of a woman. And now, she was sneaking around, sharing her body with another man. In a hotel room!

A searing rage engulfed him—he felt like he was being burned alive by the fires of betrayal.

“Chiara Lannister, you unfaithful wh*re! So, the last three years–you’ve just been pretending?!” Maxwell pointed at her, stepping forward with unbridled fury.

Behind him, Otto also couldn’t help but steal a few greedy glances.

This was one of the Four Beauties of Zovince–countless men had fantasized about her body day and night.

Tsk, tsk… That figure, those proportions, that smooth skin, those curves… Absolutely perfect. No wonder men lost their minds over her.

But at the end of the day, Chiara was not an ordinary woman. She quickly regained her composure, suppressing her initial panic. Casually, she slipped on an outer garment to cover herself–she wouldn’t let just anyone keep staring at her.

But this action only infuriated Maxwell even more.

So, her body is something this crippled b*stard can see, but not her husband by law?!

“You b*tch! I’m going to kill you!”

Maxwell, overwhelmed by rage, lunged at her, his hands aiming straight for her throat. But he had overlooked one crucial fact–he was no match for Chiara!

With a single swift kick, she sent him crashing to the ground. Pointing at him, she berated, “Don’t push your luck, Maxwell Zelinsky! If you can’t have me, don blame others–blame yourself!”

Maxwell stared at her in disbelief.

“I’ve always told you–I don’t like weak men,” Chiara declared with absolute confidence. “I said that when you become the patriarch of the Four Great Aristocratic Families or someone of even greater power, then I will willingly be yours!

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be with a man stronger than you.

with such conviction, left Maxwell

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more than the son of a wealthy business family from Yeringham. Though he was rich, he had never been on the same level

someone he could only look up to.

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of triumph–validation for everything he

senses, Maxwell turned to Otto and roared, “Otto, what the hell are you waiting for? Break this b*stard’s d*mn legs! And restrain this

“Yes, Mr. Maxwell!”

moment. Now that he had received his master’s command, he immediately lunged toward

be an easy victory. But to his surprise, Chiara

yet neither could gain the upper hand. Otto, an S+ Rank fighter, was stunned that he couldn’t overpower

to stand in my way, don’t blame me for

of skill, he might not surpass her, but he was an experienced combatant–if it came down to a fight to the

a hand on Mr. Verkade!” Chiara had no intention

He didn’t need to say a word–his mocking gaze alone nearly

Maxwell insane.

time! Kill that b*stard! Take them both down!”

forward like an eagle

felt a twinge of

open combat arena, she would have ad plenty of ways to counter his attack. But inside this confined room, with Gautier behind her, she had

“Chiara Bear, watch out!”

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He pulled Chiara into his arms while

Boom!

collided

through his body, but he managed to tear into Gautier’s arm, drawing blood. Bright red droplets splattered across Chiara’s beautiful

gasped in

Maxwell’s face an ugly shade