My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 272

Chapter 272: Sad Thorns
However, he didn’t stop there.

Xander fisted her locked and forced her to face him, his gaze darting to the blood stain on her head before his gaze met her trembling blue ones.

“He must love you so much for him to attempt to kill me today!!” He barked in her face, completely forgetting he’d almost killed Xavier as well with the explosion.

Xander continued to pull her hair hard as he spat in her face with venomous words until Samantha intervened.

“Xander, you need to let her go. We can’t have her getting bruises on her body before the hunt,” she reminded him, as she held onto his arm and intended to pull him away. But despite his weak body, Xander still managed to push Samantha away with force, her face hitting the wall with a heavy impact.

“Oww…” She winced in pain.

Returning his attention to Anastasia, he smacked her across the face for her blood to coat her lips.

“Isn’t he some sweet little thing?!!” He questioned her, his eyes flaring with fire as he glared down at her.

Raising his hand, ready to smack her again to release his pent-up anger throughout his trip to Xattlewood, he suddenly felt someone holding onto him, stopping him from his actions.

“Samantha! Let go of me, else…” he warned. His tone carried so much fury it could put the house on fire.

“You need to control yourself, Xander!” She yelled back at him, ignoring his threat and glaring at him—eye to eye. She made it obvious with her words she wasn’t the least scared of him.

Xander’s gaze landed on the blood dripping on her forehead, and his gaze softened for the littlest second before he pushed himself off the ground, away from trembling Anatasia who hugged her knees to her chest.

“Julian has already made his claim on her. And I’m sure he wouldn’t want to see bruises on her either,” Michelle added when she took the hint that the show she was starting to enjoy wasn’t going to continue anymore.

“Julian?” He questioned, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Yes, Julian! I took her to the party on the outskirts of Xattlewood, and he loves her. He wants to buy her after hunting her down in the crimson hunt,” she explained.

The room fell into silence as both Xander and Samantha stared at her with a huge frown on their face.

“And who told you you could take Anastasia to the party? Did I ask you to do that, Michelle?!” Xander roared. Samantha had to take a few steps away from him since her head was already starting to spin.

Michelle glanced between the both of them, wondering what she could have done wrong.

“W-well, Samantha mentioned today she would be participating in the crimson hunt that would be happening in a month from now. So, I thought I would help by taking her to the party and finding her a potential buyer. Besides, Julian is your—”

Michelle didn’t get the chance to complete that sentence of hers when she suddenly felt a stinging pain on her cheeks that made it go numb.

“I never asked you to do anything for me, Michelle! Stop acting like you know how you run a business like this better than me,” Xander bellowed, his eyes flooded with palpable rage. “If I wanted Julian to be her buyer, I would have taken her to him already. I’ve warned you already, Michelle. Stay in your lane and stop trying to do better than the people here.”

He glared at her for a few seconds before he departed from there, dragging his weak limb along with him.

But Michelle made sure to return the gesture by glaring at his back until he’d disappeared.

“Get out of here!!” Samantha barked at Anastasia and the latter quickly ran up to her room. It was already late at night, and with how quiet the house was, she concluded the others must have retired to their rooms.

After Anastasia had left, Samantha turned to Michelle whose hands were still on her cheeks.

“You really should stay in your lanes, Michelle. Don’t forget you’re still a slave here, and with a snap of my fingers, I can convince Xander that you’re useless and worthless,” Samantha spouted.

Samantha’s insult felt like a thorn had pricked into Michelle’s skin, drawing out blood from the room, and she made sure to reply with the same tone.

“And you’ll only do that because you’re jealous, aren’t you dear Samantha?” Michelle questioned. “You’re jealous Xander spends the night with me most of the time he comes here and he doesn’t even bat an eyelash in your direction. It must hurt, doesn’t it?”

“Don’t bite off more than you can chew, Michelle,” Samantha warned, her emerald eyes darkening with fury. “Sure, you spread your legs for him whenever you want—that’s all you’ve got to offer.” The invisible thorn in Michelle’s chest twisted deeper. Samantha took a step closer, her voice dripping with disdain.

“But when it comes to brains? You’re miles behind. Just look at that pathetic stunt you just pulled—it proves there’s nothing going on upstairs. So don’t even think of comparing what Xander and I have to whatever it is you think you have. You’re just a tool, and you always will be.”

With a final glance at Michelle’s stricken face, Samantha adjusted her grip on her bleeding head and walked away, satisfaction flickering in her eyes.

In the hall close to Anastasia’s room, she was about to push down the door knob so that she could enter the room, only for someone to creep behind her and touch her shoulder, eliciting a startled cry from her.

Quickly, Anastasia turned to see who it was.

“You must be hurt,” she heard Avery say.

Anastasia ignored the girl and intended to push the door open, but Avery stopped.

“I’m sure with what you faced downstairs, you would want to escape from here,” the girl continued, which had Anastasia stiffen for a second.

“Why are you telling me this?” Anastasia questioned without looking back at Avery.

“Because I can help you get out of this place if you want,” Avery sang.