Cash Billionaire: My bad little wife

The room was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner in the background. Lira's eyes never left Vadal's face, her gaze intense as she waited for his response. She was searching for reassurance, for a sign that he would still love and accept her, no matter what.

But Vadal's silence was deafening. He didn't flinch, didn't blink, didn't react. He just stared at Lira, his eyes locked onto hers, as if trying to convey a message without words.

Lira's heart was racing, her mind filled with worst-case scenarios. She felt vulnerable, exposed, and scared. She didn't know what Vadal was thinking, didn't know how he would react if she had been raped. The uncertainty was suffocating her, making her feel like she was drowning in a sea of doubt.

As the silence stretched on, Lira's eyes began to well up with tears. She felt like she was on the verge of breaking, like she couldn't take the uncertainty anymore. She needed to know that Vadal would still love her, still want her, no matter what. But his silence was killing her, leaving her with more questions than answers.

She hugged him, her hot tears soaked his chest, wetting his shirt and warming his skin. Vadal's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as he felt her body shake with sobs. He didn't say a word, just held her, letting her cry out her emotions.

His chest was a solid presence, a comforting warmth that seemed to absorb her tears and her fears. Lira felt like she was melting into him, like her body was becoming one with his. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling the scent of his skin, feeling the beat of his heart against her cheek.

Vadal's hands stroked her hair, gentle and soothing, as he whispered soft words of comfort in her ear. "Shh, phoenix, I'll always be here for you." His voice was low and husky, a vibration that seemed to resonate deep within her chest.

As Lira cried, Vadal held her, his arms a steady presence that seemed to anchor her to the world. He didn't try to stop her tears, didn't try to tell her to be strong or answer her questions. He just let her be, let her feel her emotions, and let her know that he was there to support her.

Slowly, Lira's sobs began to subside, her body relaxing into Vadal's embrace. She felt a sense of peace wash over her, a sense of safety and security that she had never felt before. It was as if Vadal's arms had wrapped around her heart, holding it close and keeping it safe from harm and she fell asleep.

Vadal stared at her, feeling a deep sense of hurt and pain in his chest. It was as if he was being pinched by a dozen needles, seeing her cry and knowing that he had caused her distress. He felt a wave of regret wash over him, regret for not speaking up sooner, for not reassuring her of his love and devotion.

As he looked at Lira's peaceful face, he whispered a promise in her ear, a promise that he would never break. "I will never hate you, feel disgust with you, I will not divorce you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I love you, Lira, and I will continue to, no matter what. You are mine, and I will always protect you, always love you."

His eyes narrowed as he thought about those ugly old men who had threatened Lira, who had made her feel scared and vulnerable. "As for those bastards, if they really do it," he whispered, his voice low and menacing, "I will make sure they test hell and see how it feels like to touch something that is mine. They will beg for death, but it will never come too quickly."

Vadal's face was set in a determined expression, his jaw clenched in anger. He would make sure that those men feel what it means to be crushed.

As he looked at Lira, he felt a surge of love and protectiveness towards her. He would do anything to keep her safe, to make her happy. He would fight to the death to protect her, to defend her against anyone who dared to harm her.

Vadal's whisper seemed to hang in the air, a promise of love and protection that only Lira could hear. But even in her sleep, Lira seemed to sense his words, seemed to feel the depth of his emotions. She stirred slightly, her face nuzzling into Vadal's chest, as if seeking comfort and reassurance.

Vadal's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as he felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that he would always be there for Lira, always protect her, always love her. And as he held her, he felt a sense of determination, a sense of purpose. He would make sure that anyone who dared or harm lira will pay the price for her actions and he would make sure that Lira never felt afraid or hurt again.

Vadal stared at Lira for a while, watching her sleep peacefully. His phone suddenly vibrated, breaking the silence. He quickly picked it up, not wanting to disturb Lira's sleep. "Jackson," he said, his voice low and calm.

His assistant's voice came from the other end of the line, "Young master, He just entered the Bad Scene club with his men." Vadal's expression turned serious, and he nodded, even though Jackson couldn't see him. "Okay, I'm coming over," he said, his voice firm.

The call ended, and Vadal smoothly slipped out of Lira's hug, replacing himself with a pillow. Lira hugged the pillow tightly, still fast asleep. Vadal smiled slightly, feeling a pang of affection for her.

He returned to his room, his mind already focused on the task at hand. He turned on the shower, standing under the pouring water as it cascaded down his body. He stood silently, his eyes open, lost in deep thought.

The water poured down on him, but he didn't seem to notice. His mind was elsewhere, thinking about that bastard and how lira will feel if she finds out what he's going to do to her ex lover. what she might do. Vadal's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger hesitation but he has no choice but to protect his image, dignity and her. A cold smirk appeared on his handsome face. He had a score to settle with Laurent, and he was determined to take care of it once and for all.

As he stood there, the water washing away his tension, Vadal's eyes seemed to glaze over, his expression turning cold and calculating. He was a man on a mission, driven by a desire to protect Lira and punish those who had hurt her and ruined his image. And Laurent was at the top of his list.

The shower water continued to pour down on him, but Vadal didn't move, didn't react. He was lost in his thoughts, his eyes cold.