Chapter 190 My Woman

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Tomas sat on his balcony, enjoying his tea and getting ready for the day. A smirk crept onto his face as he thought about his ex-wife. Now she'd know not to bother him again. "Good morning, darling," his live-in partner, Monica, emerged from the bedroom, her slim figure draped in a sexy pajama set. His lustful eyes roamed over her, making him hiss with hunger. "Morning, babe," he smirked. "Sleep well?" "Did you even let me sleep?" Monica teased, rolling her eyes. "And you're complaining?" he chuckled. "No," she smiled seductively. "Are you not going to the hospital today?" she asked. "I'll go later. My first patient isn't until the afternoon," he replied, pulling her onto his lap. Just then, the doorbell rang. Monica began to get up. "Who could that be at this hour?" she asked curiously. "Stay here." Tomas pulled her back onto his lap with a grin. "The servants are here; they'll get the door." He lived in an ultra-posh apartment, worth millions, with a breathtaking view of the Eiffel Tower from the master bedroom. Tomas had earned a fortune over the years as a practicing surgeon, amassing wealth both through his career and what he had deceitfully taken from Emily to build his own hospital. Now, he was swimming in gold and diamonds, with no limit to his fortune. Poor Emily, he thought. She could've shared this world with him if she had just stayed silent, accepted her place by his side, and let him live on his terms. But no-she had to be rebellious, standing up against him. and his lifestyle of having a new woman every night. Anyone who came between him and his pursuit of happiness paid the price, just like Emily had. He chuckled evilly, satisfied with the thought. But Tomas's-smug thoughts were cut short when a group of cops suddenly burst through the door, storming onto the balcony, "Tomas Bradford, you are under arrest," one of the officers announced in an authoritative voice. Tomas frowned, shoving Monica aside as he sprang to his feet in alarm. "What the hell is going on?" he barked. "You can't just barge into my home like this!" His voice dripped. "Oh, yes, we can," another voice interrupted, deep and commanding. "And trust me when I say they're here to put you in jail for good." An intimidating figure emerged from behind the police team, cutting through them with ease. His presence radiated authority as he stepped forward, his eyes cold and unyielding. Tomas scowled, recognizing the man from the previous night. "You... you're my ex-wife's lawyer?" His widened with the horrifying realization. He had heard of attorney Matteo Vinci-the ruthless man who left no room for mercy when it came to crushing his opponents. Tomas's mouth went dry as he considered a desperate escape. "Let's go," one of the officers demanded, gripping Tomas's hand and snapping the cold metal cuffs onto his wrists. "Wait, you can't take me like this!" Tomas protested, his voice rising in panic. "I'll talk to my lawyer!" "No lawyer will touch your case," Matteo cut in, his tone icy. "And I'll make sure of it." Tomas glared at him, fury bubbling up. "What has that bitch done to afford you, huh?" he spat, his voice venomous. "She's a whore, remember? She'll use you just like she used me!" He tried to provoke Matteo, but all it did was fan the flames of the attorney's barely suppressed rage from the night before. Before anyone could react, Matteo lunged at Tomas, landing a hard punch square on his face. "Fuck!" Tomas cried out, clutching his nose as blood began to spill. "Are you insane? You broke my nose! You can't hit me while I'm in police custody! I'll sue you!" he shouted, his voice cracking with shock. Matteo remained utterly unfazed. Try me," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. He was Matteo Vinci, after all-untouchable in the courtroom and beyond. He knew the law inside out and had enough tricks. his sleeve to stay ahead of any challenge. His glare cut through the air as he leaned closer, his tone menacing. "And think twice-no, a hundred times-before you ever talk ill about my woman again." My woman?! Matteo's words echoed in Tomas's head, leaving him gaping in stunned silence. "That slut will pay for it! She can't escape the consequences, and I'll make sure to expose her filthy face: and whorish deed to the world," Tomas barked, his rage palpable. Without a second thought, Matteo landed another punch, even harder this time. Blood smeared across Tomas's already battered face, and the officers quickly intervened, warning Matteo to step back and not cross the line of the law. But Matteo didn't care. At that moment, nothing mattered-not even the threat of jail time. If it came to it, he'd gladly spend a night behind bars if it meant putting Tomas in his place. He wouldn't mind killing him. with his bare hands and representing himself in court. Matteo's eyes burned with fury as he leaned in once more, voice thick with menace. "Now that you've threatened her, I'll make sure you're out of jail soon... so I can deal with you personally," Matteo openly declared, his words laced with chilling certainty. Tomas, dazed and bloodied, was frozen with shock. How on earth had his plain, "boring" ex-wife managed to land the most powerful and ruthless lawyer in the city against him? His mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation, but the reality felt impossible to grasp. What had that witch done to this man to have him wrapped around her finger? And worse still, Tomas couldn't fathom how she was still alive when he had ensured that the previous night would be her last.

Chapter 190 My Woman

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