Chapter 5

By the time I rushed into Velvet Lounge, the private VIP room was in complete ruins.

Ethan was sitting in the middle of the couch, his designer shoe stepping heavily on Xavier's face.

Lily was curled up next to him, feeding him grapes.

Xavier was covered in cuts and bruises, yet he was still laughing—a completely mocking, arrogant laugh.

"Is this all you got, Ethan?"

"Bringing ten guys to jump me? You're a pathetic clown."

Ethan ground his heel harder into Xavier's cheek. "Shut up. Right now, you're nothing but a dog at my feet."

Seeing me enter, Ethan's eyes lit up.

He lifted his foot, looking like a little boy waiting for a prize.

"Sera, you came."

"I knew you couldn't stay away from me."

"Apologize to Lily on your knees right now, swear you’ll never see this street trash again, and I’ll forgive you."

Staring at Xavier, who was bleeding on the floor, a fierce, burning anger roared inside me.

The chat comments were still desperately trying to persuade me:

[Sera, just kneel! Ethan is just incredibly jealous! He only beat up Xavier because he loves you so much!]

[If you just submit to him, Ethan will take Xavier to the hospital! Look how much he cares about your reaction!]

[Xavier is just a street thug anyway, he deserved it! Don't ruin things with Ethan over him!]

I marched forward.

Before anyone could react, I grabbed a heavy bottle of red wine from the table and slammed it directly over Ethan's head.

"Smash!"

The glass shattered into a million pieces. Crimson wine mixed with blood poured down Ethan's face.

Screams echoed through the room.

Lily shrieked and fell off the sofa in terror.

Ethan clutched his bleeding head, staring at me in absolute shock.

"Seraphina! You hit me? For this street trash?"

I tossed the broken neck of the bottle onto the floor, looking down at him coldly.

"Ethan, that bottle was for my destroyed architectural model."

Then, I pointed at Xavier.

"As for him..."

"Whoever touched him tonight, I want their hand."

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in a very long time.

"Uncle Marcus."

"Bring your men to Velvet Lounge. Someone is laying hands on your niece's people."

A dark chuckle came from the other end of the line.

"Give me three minutes, sweetheart."

Ethan's face drained of all color.

He knew exactly who Uncle Marcus was.

Marcus Vance—the undisputed king of the city's private security and underground syndicates.

Even Ethan’s father had to bow and call him "sir" in public.

"Seraphina, are you insane? Calling your uncle over a stupid fight?" Ethan panicked, his voice shaking. "We were just messing around..."

"Messing around?"

I knelt down, gently helping Xavier sit up.

Seeing the blood on his lips, my heart twinged with an unfamiliar pain.

"Does it hurt?" I whispered.

Xavier looked at me, a flash of surprise crossing his dark eyes.

Then, he smirked weakly.

"It hurts like hell."

"But a kiss from you might make it better."

Even in this state, he was still flirting.

I glared at him, taking out my silk handkerchief to gently wipe the blood from his face.

At that moment, I could practically hear Ethan's heart shattering.

Along with the desperate screams of the system chat:

[Oh my god! It's over! The ship has completely burned down! She really fell for the bad boy!]

[The plot is totally ruined! Where is the regret arc? Why is the male lead being absolutely destroyed?]

[I don't believe it! She must be acting! She still loves Ethan!]

Love him?

I was blind before.

Now, I just wanted to see him rot.