Accidental Marriage With Mr Billioniare
Chapter 165: PAYING THEM BACK

Chapter 165: PAYING THEM BACK

Julian sat majestically in a plush, velvet chair, his eyes fixed on the three men tied up before him.

The room was dimly lit, the only sound was the soft groaning of the men and the occasional crack of the wand as it struck their skin.

They were positioned in a row, their hands tied behind their backs with thick, black rope. Their faces were contorted in pain, their eyes red and puffy from crying.

Julian’s guards, dressed in black suits, stood behind the men, each one holding a wand that they used to strike the men’s backs and shoulders.

The guards’ faces were expressionless, their eyes fixed on Julian as they awaited his instructions.

As Julian watched, a small, cruel smile played on his lips. He was enjoying the men’s pain, reveling in their suffering. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he watched the scene unfold.

His guards continued to strike the men, their wands rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The men cried out in pain, their bodies jerking with each blow.

"Sir please forgive us! We never knew she was your woman!" one of the men cried out in pain, as the rest followed.

But everything fell on Julian’s deaf ears, all he cared about was a way to make them go through the same pain and abuse his wife had gone through when she only came here on her honeymoon.

The pain on Astrid’s face as she told him the particular scene was the part that he couldn’t forget about.

He recalled how her eyes were puffy when he came back, he couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if he never came back and allowed Mattie to leave by herself.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Julian raised his hand, and the guards stopped striking the men. The room fell silent, the only sound was the heavy breathing of the men.

Julian’s eyes locked on Stephan, his gaze cold and hard. "Should I free them?" he asked, in an eerie and calm tone.

Stephan looked up, confused, he didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond to Julian’s question. He could see the fury in Julian’s eyes and could sense the depth of his anger.

"I...I don’t know," Stephan stuttered and Julian’s smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Then I think I will let them suffer a little longer," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "After all, they did try to take something that belongs to me."

He raised his hands again and the torture proceeded. Miles could only sigh without a word. Everyone knows how dangerous it is to mess with Julian.

He has been in his calm phase all these while because of one person, and that he knew that person was hurt by these men he has gone psycho.

He tried his best to get punished but Stephan helped them out and that was what had made him furious.

Julian sat in his chair watching the men suffer, his mind wandered back to the events that had led him to this moment.

He recalled the videos his investigator had sent him, the ones that had shown how his wife got molested

The pain in her eyes, how they had made her cry, Miles had done His best to get the videos deleted but his investigator/hacker can be crazy when looking for shit like this.

He had immediately flown to Paris with his friends, determined to make the men pay for evil deeds. Stephan also is not to be left aside.

Julian’s eyes snapped back to the present, his gaze fixing on the men before him.

He smiled to himself, satisfied with the suffering he had inflicted upon them.

He strode towards the men, his guards parting to let him through. He stopped in front of one of the men, his eyes locked on the terrified expression. The one that had first touched her and made his wife cry so much.

"Who instructed you to touch my wife?" Julian spat, in a very calm tone but one could tell he was about to explode as his thought flashed back to that video they had used their own hands making.

The man trembled, his eyes darting wildly around the room. "I-I don’t know what you are talking about," he stammered.

Julian’s face contorted in irritation, he reached out and grabbed the man’s wrist, twisting it brutally until the man cried out in pain.

"Tell me now!" Julian shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.

The man’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped forward, unconscious. Julian’s guards rushed forward, pulling the man back to his feet.

Julian’s eyes narrowed. "You think you can play games with me?" he sneered. "I will show you what happens when you cross me."

With a swift motion, Julian reached out and slammed his fist into the man’s stomach. The man doubled over, gasping for breath.

"Tell me who instructed you to hurt my wife," Julian repeated, his voice cold and deadly.

The man’s eyes darted toward where Stephan stood, and Stephan shook his head frantically, pleading silently with him not to be named.

But Julian’s eyes had already locked onto Stephan, and he knew. He knew that Stephan was the one who had ordered the men to hurt his wife but he wanted to hear it from the culprit himself.

With a snarl, Julian reached out and grabbed the man’s hair, yanking his head back. "Say it," he spat. "Say the mother fucker’s name."

The man’s eyes filled with tears, and he whispered, "Stephan..."

Julian’s face twisted in rage, and he slammed his fist into the man’s face, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Can’t you talk!" The man shook his head worriedly. "It’s St... Stephan," he finally called the name.

Julian let out a sneaky smirk, as he kicked him away the man lay there, bleeding and broken, Julian turned to Stephan, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You’re going to pay for what you did," he spat.

"Julian let’s talk, I am your..." his words were left hanging as his face connected with Julian’s balled fist.

Stephan grabbed his broken jaw and looked up at him to see Julian had already lost it.

"How dare you touch my wife?" he spat, his voice venomous as he was ready to strike him again.

Stephan’s eyes widened in fear for the first time seeing him way toward him.

"I... am so..." he tried to apologize, but Julian’s anger wouldn’t let him speak. Julian’s fist connected again with Stephan’s face, sending him crashing to the ground this time around.

The pain shot through Stephan’s head like a lightning bolt, making his vision blur.

He felt a wave of regret wash over him, knowing he had crossed a line by touching Astrid.

He had thought Julian didn’t care about her, but now he realized his mistake, and it was one of his worst mistakes ever.

Julian pulled him up from the ground and his fists continued to rain down on him, Stephan felt his face throbbing with pain.

He tried to shield himself, but Julian’s anger was relentless. Miles tried to intervene, grabbing Julian’s arm to stop him, but Julian shook him off.

"You have no idea what you’ve done!" Julian shouted, his face twisted in rage. "You’ve hurt the one person I care about most!"

Stephan’s eyes filled with tears as he realized the depth of Julian’s feelings for Astrid.

He had never seen his friend so consumed by anger and hurt. He knew he had to make things right, but he didn’t know where to start.

"You mother fuvker! She can’t forget that scene for the fucking rest of her life!" more punches raining down on Stephan.

"Julian... stop, you can kill him!" Miles yelled pulling Julian back up, but Julaim kicked Stephan with his free legs.

Stephan felt his body weaken. He knew he couldn’t fight back, not when he was in the wrong. He could only lay there, taking in the pain for his punishment.

Julian’s rage began to subside, and he stood over Stephan, his chest heaving with exertion.

"Julain... look at me, I know you are fuvking rich and powerful but you wouldn’t get out of law if you kill a soul!" Miles announced as he gestured for his guards to stop hitting the men.

"Are you crazy? You mean I can’t kill this bastard who molested my wife?" His hand ran through his head.

"What if I had never come back? What do you think would have happened to Astrid?" Julian asked the loan in his eyes evident, "This fucker is my best friend! Why didn’t he think about my feelings?"

Just then he heard him mumbling some incoherent words. "I am so sorry," he pleaded.

"We can never be friends again," he spat, his voice cold and detached. "Stay away from me, and stay away from Astrid, I promise one more inch around her and I will make you eager for it."

Stephan could only nod in pain, his face throbbing with pain. He knew he had lost Julian’s trust, and he didn’t blame him. He could only hope that someday he would be able to make things right.

"Ryan!" Julian called and his assistant ran toward him. "Throw these bastards in jail, make sure they never get out on my order."