Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 97

Amelia couldn’t tell if Samuel was just saying it to mess with her or if Daniel was actually nearby.

With a sharp rip, her sweater was torn open, the sudden chill on her shoulder making her heart drop straight into an icy abyss.

She thrashed desperately, elbow hitting the armrest of the couch. Pain shot through her body, the humiliation stinging even worse, and tears spilled down her cheeks.

“I really am Daniel’s wife! If you don’t believe me, call him and ask!”

“Get off me, you animal!”

The sweater was yanked away, exposing the delicate lace camisole underneath—her last line of defense.

Amelia shook her head in agony, her voice raw and hoarse from shouting, “Daniel! Daniel! Daniel, where the hell are you?!”

Bang—

A crash came from the door, so loud the entire suite seemed to shake with it.

Samuel, lost in his own depravity, froze mid-motion, half convinced for a second there was an earthquake.

Amelia seized the moment, kicking him off her.

Samuel was furious—he’d met stubborn people before, but never someone this unyielding. He reached for his belt, fingers fumbling at the buckle, but before he could pull it free, another earth-shaking kick landed on the door.

It sounded like a bull was charging from the hallway.

Before Samuel could react, the electric lock beeped and the door swung open. A second later, it was slammed shut with a violence that echoed through the room.

Amelia looked up, terror in her eyes, and saw Daniel standing in the doorway. His face was so dark and cold he looked more like a demon than a man.

Samuel instantly wilted. Damn it, she actually called him here.

Daniel’s gaze swept over Samuel, whose belt was half undone, and then over Amelia, cowering in the corner of the couch, tear-streaked and trembling. Fury exploded in his chest, lighting his eyes a dangerous, bloodshot red.

He turned and locked the door behind him.

Samuel’s heart skipped a beat. “Mr. Campbell, w-what are you—?”

Daniel stood, then bent down to press a kiss to her eyelids. “Good girl. Once I’m done with that bastard, I’m taking you home.”

Samuel was just regaining consciousness when he saw a pair of polished dress shoes in front of him.

Before he could utter a word, Daniel grabbed him by the collar, choking off his breath with a grip like iron.

“You even know who she is? You dare lay a hand on her?” Daniel slammed him against the wall, rage burning in his bloodshot eyes.

Samuel’s face turned purple, struggling for air. “Mr. Campbell, I—”

“She’s my wife!” Daniel snarled, smashing Samuel’s head against the wall again. “If she so much as sheds a tear, I’d tear out my own heart to comfort her. And you think I’ll let you touch her?”

Samuel’s head spun, blood streaming from his scalp. Suddenly, he realized Daniel wasn’t just here to teach him a lesson—he was here to kill him.

Samuel swung his arms, trying to fight back, but Daniel caught his arm and twisted it brutally behind his back.

A strangled scream tore from Samuel’s throat.