My Family Wanted a Sacrificial Bride, They Got a Boxing Queen Chapter 09

My Family Wanted a Sacrificial Bride, They Got a Boxing Queen Chapter 09

The Hayes family went into full panic mode.

Reginald and Emmeline watched both daughters turn harder and harder, and when they realized I was close to seizing control of the Thorne cash injection myself, they finally bared their fangs.

The next day, hashtags exploded across Stillwater’s social circles: [Hayes Heiress Violent Rampage -Torture Dungeon at Thorne Estate.]

Emmeline sobbed on a livestream, showing red marks on her arm.

“Vesper grew up in the gutter, and her temper is uncontrollable. She tortures Magnus inside the Thorne estate, and when she comes home, she beats her own parents and brother!”

Corbin positioned himself as the smear campaign’s tip of the spear. He posted a video wrapped head to toe in bandages, complete with tearful testimony.

“I just suggested she learn some basic etiquette, and she nearly kicked my ribs in. I’m genuinely terrified. Someone, please save our family…”

Meanwhile, Reginald rallied several families who’d long coveted Thorne territory and prepared a coordinated business assault on Thorne holdings, all under the banner of righteous justice.

I watched the hate pouring in on my phone and crushed an apple in my fist.

Magnus sat across from me and slid his laptop over with a lazy gesture.

“Feel like watching some fireworks?”

Ten minutes later, Thorne’s official account dropped a two-hour compilation of high-definition

security footage.

There were no torture devices, no screams of agony.

The footage showed Magnus and me going at each other inside a professional octagon-my aerial roundhouse, Magnus’s textbook shoot-and-takedown.

The lines of our muscles under the lights were pure violent artistry, and every move radiated technical precision.

The internet lost its collective mind:

[This is supposed to be abuse? This is a straight-up championship fight!]

[I’m shipping this couple so hard. Is this the suit-wearing brute and the wildcat everyone’s been talking about?]

{Look closer at Corbin’s injuries-he tripped and fell on his own. Dude tried to fraud-check a

professional fighter. I’m dying.]

The narrative flipped in an instant, and Corbin, oblivious, chose that exact moment to show up at my gym with a mob of reporters, demanding an interview.

I changed into a crisp training suit and met him at the door with one hand in my pocket.

“You said I was violent, didn’t you, Corbin?”

I rolled my wrist, and my grin was a promise of pain.

Corbin went pale and spun to run, but I hauled him back by the collar like a rag doll and dragged

him into the gym.

“Since you love attention so much, let me give you a free lesson in what violence actually looks

like.”

I threw a straight punch so fast it whistled, and my fist stopped a hair from his ear before obliterating the heavy bag behind him.

“That move’s called ‘Shut the Hell Up.’ Got it?”

Corbin’s eyes rolled back, piss soaked through his pants, and he collapsed on the floor in

convulsions.

Right then, dozens of black sedans with consecutive plates pulled up outside my formerly quiet

gym.

Men in top tier suits with an unmistakable military bearing stepped out and formed ranks, then bowed in perfect unison toward the old man picking his teeth inside.

“Chief! It’s time to come back!”

Reginald had just arrived with his lawyers. His briefcase hit the ground.

The washed-out old man in the faded tank top wasn’t some underground brawler. He was the founder of Helix Security, the most elite private military contractor in the country.

Knox picked at his ear and gestured at Reginald like he was pointing out trash on the sidewalk.

“This is the bastard who wanted to bulldoze my gym and called my daughter some backwoods

thug.”

Within an hour, every business partnership tied to Hayes Holdings got severed, and banks swarmed them with demands for immediate repayment. Helix hackers delivered every hidden ledger and fraudulent account the Hayes family had ever kept straight to the police station.

Reginald and Emmeline sat collapsed in front of their sealed mansion doors, watching the high-society empire they’d clawed tooth and nail to protect crumble to dust in a single afternoon.

Corbin got hauled off in a patrol car on charges of defamation and criminal intimidation.

I turned around and saw Magnus leaning against his Hummer, raising an eyebrow at me.

“All done with business, Mr. Thorne?”

Magnus walked over and took my bag with a natural, easy motion. His eyes burned with obsession, but there was something softer underneath.

“Done. Sparring fees have been deposited. Head home for three rounds?”

I laughed, threw an arm around Cleo-who was bouncing on her heels and throwing excited jabs at the air-and pulled her along.

“Cleo’s coming. I’m teaching her the rear naked choke today.”