Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 136: Warning

Chapter 136: Warning

Mira’s body trembled as Zack clasped her hands, his grip firm and unyielding. A wave of revulsion surged through her—so overwhelming, it left her frozen. She wished, in that instant, for the ground to open beneath her feet and swallow her whole. Anything would be better than enduring the vile touch of this man.

Memories she had buried long ago clawed their way to the surface, vivid and relentless, like ghosts refusing to rest. The cold sensation of his skin against hers made her stomach churn violently, her breaths becoming shallow and erratic. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move, as if her mind were shackled by fear.

"Wow," Zack drawled, his voice cutting through her turmoil. His tone was laced with mock admiration, making her skin crawl. "You’ve grown so beautiful over the years. What have I missed?"

Mira’s heart raced, her instincts screaming at her to escape, but her body wouldn’t obey. She stared at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of fury and disgust, before finally snapping, "Get your hands off me!"

But he only chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent a shiver down her spine. His grip tightened, trapping her wrists in a vice-like hold. She yanked back with all her strength, but his hold only grew stronger, his smirk widening with every futile attempt.

"I’m stubborn too," he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement. "You’ll come to learn that about me, baby."

That laugh—it was a sound she hadn’t heard in years, yet it felt like it had been etched into her memory. Low and predatory, it seeped into her veins, making her skin crawl as though ants were swarming her body. Desperation clawed at her chest as she tried to free herself, but Zack was quicker.

His hand shot up, grazing her lips before she could pull away. The touch sent a bolt of disgust through her entire being, so visceral that she recoiled with a strangled gasp. She frantically rubbed her lips with the sleeve of her dress, as if she could scrub away the taint of his touch.

Zack’s smirk deepened, satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes. "Wow," he said, his tone mocking, "you’re getting so, so stubborn. I like that."

His gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that made her feel exposed, as though he were peeling away every layer of her defenses. She could see it in his eyes—that twisted hunger, the vile satisfaction of breaking her.

"I can already imagine my hands running over those curves of yours," he said, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You thought you’d never see me again, didn’t you? But baby, I’ve always been with you. You’re mine, Mira. You’ve always been mine."

Her stomach churned violently, bile rising in her throat. She shook her head, her voice trembling as she spat, "No, I’m not! I will never be yours. I’m married, Zack. I’m living happily with my husband—the only love of my life—"

Her words were cut short by the sharp crack of his hand against her cheek. Pain exploded across her face, her vision blurring as she staggered. The stinging sensation burned, but it was nothing compared to the searing rage that flared within her.

She glared at him, her golden eyes blazing despite the fear clawing at her chest. "Psycho," she muttered under her breath, the word slipping out before she could stop it.

For a moment, his expression faltered. His eyes softened, almost as if he were surprised by his own actions. "I’m sorry, babe," he stammered, his tone suddenly unsteady. "I...I just don’t like you calling him love."

The words sent a fresh wave of revulsion through Mira, but she refused to let him see her fear. Instead, she straightened, ignoring the sharp sting in her cheek, and leveled him with a defiant stare.

They had once been neighbors, living in the same apartment complex. Back then, she had dismissed his obsessive behavior as harmless, a childish crush that would fade with time. How wrong she had been.

"My husband will be here soon," she began, her voice steady despite the chaos inside her. "And when he does, you’ll regret ever laying a hand on me—"

Her sentence was interrupted by another slap, harder this time. The force of it sent her staggering back, nearly losing her balance.

"Shut. Up." His voice rose into a furious scream, his face twisted with rage. "I’m your husband!"

A cold, suffocating fear began to creep into Mira’s veins. Where was Zylan? Why hadn’t he arrived yet?

Zack’s expression shifted again, his anger melting into a grotesque mockery of affection. "He’s no good for you," he said, his voice softening as though he were trying to reason with her. "I’ll give you whatever you want, babe. Just let me take care of you."

Mira’s lips curved into a weak, defiant smile. "He’s the best," she said quietly, her voice unwavering despite the storm raging inside her.

Zack’s smile vanished. His eyes darkened as he hissed, "You better close those beautiful lips of yours. I can’t even wait to kiss them."

He licked his lips—a disgusting gesture that made her stomach twist—and leaned in closer. The air between them felt suffocating, the scent of his cologne mingling with the acrid stench of his sweat.

Mira’s eyes flicked over him, noting the changes in his appearance. He was heavier now, his pot belly straining against his shirt. His hair was disheveled, and the glint in his eyes was no longer the playful mischief she remembered—it was something far more sinister.

"No woman would ever marry a man this abusive," Mira managed to say, though her voice wavered with fear.

Zack’s eyes narrowed, his twisted grin returning. "I would never hurt you, baby," he said, his voice deceptively soft. "Not if you stopped calling his name. Just call my name instead, hmm? Don’t worry. I’ll make you call it."

He licked his lips again, leaning closer until his breath was warm against her face. "Kiss me, baby. Kiss this husband-to-be—"

But before he could finish, his body was wrenched away with a force that sent him flying across the road.

Mira gasped, her heart pounding as she watched Zack hit the ground with a loud thud. He hissed in pain, his curses sharp and venomous. Her wide eyes darted to the figure standing nearby, and her breath caught in her throat.

It was Zamian.

He stood there like a storm given human form, his presence looming, cold, and unyielding. The air around him seemed to grow heavy, a tangible weight that pressed against everything it touched. His piercing gaze was like ice cutting through glass, freezing the very air in its path. For a fleeting moment, Mira doubted what she was seeing—this was not the man she knew.

The Zamian she recognized was calm, composed, his demeanor often teasing with a lighthearted charm. But this Zamian? He was something else entirely. His aura bristled with a dangerous energy, sharp and unforgiving, like a blade freshly drawn from its sheath. His icy glare bore into Zack, carrying a silent promise of retribution so fierce it sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.

He moved with measured precision, each step deliberate and unhurried. His polished shoes barely made a sound against the asphalt, yet his approach felt thunderous, each stride reverberating in Mira’s chest like the countdown to an inevitable reckoning. The world seemed to hold its breath, caught in the pull of his presence, as if time itself dared not intrude.

Zamian’s expression remained eerily calm, but beneath that calm lay a simmering rage—a controlled inferno that threatened to consume anything in its path. His gaze never wavered, locking onto Zack as though he were the sole focus of his existence.

"I see you’re desperate for a kiss," Zamian finally said, his voice smooth but glacial. There was no hint of humor in his tone—only a cold detachment that made his words even more unsettling. "Why don’t you kiss the road instead?"

The words hung in the air for a moment, their weight pressing down on everyone present. Mira barely had time to process what he had said before Zamian struck.

In one fluid motion, Zamian’s hand shot forward, gripping Zack’s collar with a force that spoke of barely contained fury. He yanked him upward effortlessly, as though Zack weighed nothing, before slamming him downward with brutal precision.

The sickening crunch of impact shattered the stillness, reverberating through the air like a grim exclamation point. Mira flinched, her body trembling as she took an involuntary step back. Her wide eyes locked onto the scene before her, unable to look away.

Blood began to seep from Zack’s face, a dark crimson pooling against the unforgiving pavement. The sight was stark, a violent splash of color against the dull gray road, and it sent a chill coursing through her. The pooling blood was more than just a result of the impact—it was a warning, a silent testament to the unrelenting wrath of the man standing over him.

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