From Ruin She Rose novel Chapter 427

Chapter 427

As the Pierce family heir, Calvin dominated every spotlight he entered. Denied access to Emily, Calvin engineered a trap. He leaked rumors of Pierce-Harper collaboration, triggering an immediate media stampede.

Calvin stood poised before the lenses, a polished, aristocratic smile fixed as he readied rehearsed remarks.

Suddenly, a man erupted from the crowd, shrieking, “You home-wrecking bastard. This is for seducing my wife!

Before the crowd could react, the man lunged, hurling a basin of reeking pig’s blood. The viscous torrent drenched Calvin, scaling his suit to his skin and masking his face.

Silence, thick and stunned, descended.

Then the assailant jabbed a finger at Calvin’s dripping face, bellowing, “Twenty years of marriage. We were happy until you slithered in and seduced her. Now she’s divorcing me.” He spat, “You vile, home-wrecking bastard. You will rot in hell!”

The accusations were like gasoline on a fire. The scene exploded into chaos.

Calvin stood petrified, staring at the gore gluing fabric to flesh.

Frank swayed. He knew Calvin’s pathological neatness. Now violated globally on live streams, it would drive Calvin crazy. The assistant recoiled, dreading the seismic rage beneath the gore.

The man continued his tirade. “Filthy homewrecker! Consider that blood your sinner’s baptism,” he sneered. “If you crave married women so badly, why not just sell yourself on the streets?”

The journalists finally snapped out of their daze. They quickly grabbed their cameras to document the scene. Some of them even went live.

The man said he’d been married for over twenty years. Onlookers did quick math: 20-year marriage meant a wife in her 40s. Calvin was mid-20s.

‘He seduced a woman twice his age?’ The scandalous implication fueled the frenzy. Lenses zoomed in, devouring every twitch of his blood-caked face.

After an eternity, Calvin snapped. Hands trembling grotesquely, he leveled a murderous glare. “You’re dead.” He lunged for a tumbler, smashed it against the table, and surged up-a blood-masked predator.

Calvin’s beauty once tempered his rage. But now, blood-masked with only furious eyes and bared teeth visible, he looked demonic. People recoiled. Even his accuser faltered, bravado evaporating.

Just then, Frank intercepted him, whispering urgently, “The whole world is watching online. Let’s get out of here and clean up first.” He signaled bodyguards. They shield-walled and hauled him away.

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