Lord Griffin's Mighty Return

Chapter 3

“Father?! Aunt Elina?!”

Selune shot up, eyes widen as a flood of people rushed into the room.

Her sudden movement almost caused the towel she had wrapped around herself to slip off. She had to scramble to keep it in place, her hands trembling with embarrassment.

Her perfect figure—accidentally exposed—made her cheeks burn, and her heart raced with shame.

But that only seemed to fuel her father’s fury even more.

Harold’s finger shook as he pointed at her, his voice trembling with rage.

“What the hell are you doing?! Who the hell is this man?!”

He bellowed. Seeing his daughter, barely dressed, lying in bed with a naked man made his heart feel like it was about to stop.

Selune only then realized how easily the situation could be misunderstood.

“Father! It’s not what you think! I don’t even know this man!”

“You don’t know him?!” Harold’s voice cracked with disbelief.. “Your wedding is coming, and you’re sleeping with some random guy?!”

“No! Please, Father, let me explain! He—”

Before she could finish, a slow, mocking round of applause interrupted her.

Elina sneered, clapping slowly. Her eyes, filled with icy contempt, locked onto Selune.

“Just like her mother,” Elina said coldly, her voice laced with venom. “A slut. A disgrace.”

“Your wedding’s in three days, and you know damn well Ken Wells only wants virgins!”

She turned to Harold.

“But your precious daughter? Clearly, she’s no virgin anymore. Tell me, Harold, what should we do with her now?”

The humiliation burned through Selune. She bit her lip until it nearly bled, her nails digging into her palms to keep herself from breaking down.

Harold’s anger flared as he clenched his fists. His face was red with fury, but there was nothing this damned coward dared to do about Elina.

After all, She controlled the family’s wealth!

With no one else to vent his frustration on, he swung at Selune, his palm slicing through the air toward her face.

“You damn whore! How the hell did I raise a girl like you?!”

But just as his hand was about to land, a figure moved, fast as lightning, and grabbed his arm.

Selune squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the slap. But the anticipated pain never came.

She opened her eyes, stunned.

The man—still unconscious just moments ago—stood in front of her, blocking her father’s hand with one powerful grip.

The Griffin tattoo on the man’s back looked at her.

How? She hadn’t even noticed him wake up.

The man’s eyes were sharp, cold, and locked on Harold with a dangerous intensity, like a predator about to strike.

Harold screamed in pain as he tried to pull away, but the man’s grip was unyielding, like iron.

“What... what are you doing?!” Harold howled, his face twisted in agony.

The man didn’t answer. He simply stared at him—calculating, relentless.

“Let go of me, you bastard!” Harold shouted. But the man didn’t budge.

Harold’s eyes burned with humiliation. His daughter, barely dressed, caught in the act with a stranger, and now this man was making a fool of him in front of everyone.

Especially in front of his sister!

“Someone! Get this bastard!” Harold screamed, veins bulging on his forehead.

His bodyguards exchanged glances with Elina. After receiving a nod from her, they rushed forward, charging at the man!

But before they could even make a move, the sound of bodies hitting the floor echoed through the room.

One by one, the bodyguards were sent flying, crashing into furniture, groaning in pain as they hit the ground like ragdolls.

Selune’s eyes widened. She hadn’t seen him move—one second, he was standing in front of her, and the next, her father’s men were all sprawled out on the floor.

Harold and Elina stood frozen in disbelief. These men were handpicked professionals—each one could take on a dozen men without breaking a sweat.

But all of them combined couldn’t even lay a finger on this one man!

Elina’s face twisted in fury, but fear flickered in her eyes.  “Useless fools!” she snapped. “Get out of here!”

The bodyguards scrambled to the door, clearly not wanting to stick around and face the man.

“You’ll pay for this!” Elina shot back, throwing one last glance at the man before fleeing the room.

As the last of the bodyguards disappeared, Harold collapsed onto the floor, clutching his arm, his face contorted in pain and frustration.

“Dad, are you okay?”

Selune rushed over, concerned about Harold’s injury.

But Harold, his anger still simmering, shoved her away violently.

“Get away from me, bitch! Don’t touch me!”

The humiliation was too much. The storm inside him broke. He couldn’t even dare to speak to the man.

So, his rage found its target in Selune.

“From today on, you’re no longer part of this family! Get out! Don’t ever step foot in the Herbert family again!”

With a final, furious glance, Harold stormed out of the room.

“Father! Fa—Dad!”

Selune tried to call after him, but Harold didn’t give her the chance. He didn’t even look back.

She stood there, alone, her heart shattering as she stared at the empty doorway.

How did things get this bad?

A single act of kindness—saving a stranger—had led to this nightmare.

It was all because of him!

Selune turned to face the man, fury burning in her chest as she glared at the stranger who had ruined her life.