The Godly Supreme

2: Is He Dead?

'Husband?' Maverick's heart shattered into smithereens as he gaped at Lydia.

They have been married for years but she has never addressed him as her husband before. Today, she suddenly brings a stranger home and declares him her husband. How pitiful!

"Waste, do you even know who Elliot is?" Isabella sneered at Maverick. "He's the heir to the Lancaster family—the sole successor to their empire. And you? A wretched, amnesiac nobody? How could someone like you ever compare to him? Only Elliot is worthy of being my brother-in-law!"

Elliot saw how angry Maverick looked so he reached into his pocket and brought out a cheque book. Isabella's eyes glimmered upon seeing the famously rumored imperial cheque book up close.

Elliot scribbled some words on it, tore off a sheet and walked up to Maverick. Slamming the sheet of paper on his face, he sneered mockingly, "There... That's two hundred thousand dollars for your trouble. Take it, sign the divorce papers and scurry out of here."

The sheet of paper was like salt added to injury. Maverick had never felt as humiliated as he was at that moment. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists but Elliot was not done just yet.

The latter leaned in and whispered something only Maverick could hear. "One more thing—you should know I took Lydia's virginity. Funny, isn't it? All thanks to you."

Elliot grinned as he pulled back, feeling a sense of thrill watching Maverick's face turn red with anger and his chest heaving heavily.

"You bastard!" Maverick yelled and suddenly grabbed Elliot's collar, his eyes full of hatred.

"Ah!" Isabella screamed in shock and shrunk back fearfully.

BANG!

"How dare you grab my clothes?" Elliot's expression darkened as he raised his leg and delivered a powerful kick to Maverick's stomach. His heavier build only made the blow more brutal.

Maverick groaned in pain but still grasped Elliot's collar tightly. With a push, they fell into the room and the two of them fought fiercely.

"I'll kill you!" Maverick growled angrily and held on tighter. No matter how Elliot hit or kicked him, he refused to let go.

"Maverick, you jerk! What are you doing? Let him go!" Lydia panicked and tried to separate them but she was no match for the masculine strength.

"Sister," Isabella cried and pointed at Maverick. "He's... going to kill him! Do something."

Lydia gritted her teeth and looked around the room. Just as Elliot's neck was turning red and he was about to suffocate to death, she walked forward and—

BANG!

"Ugh!" Maverick's hand went limp as a crystal vase smashed against his head. Glass fragments exploded outward, scattering across the floor.

The world tilted violently—his ears rang, his body trembled, and warmth seeped down his skin where blood began to ooze. A shuddering breath escaped him before his knees buckled, and he crumpled to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Ah!" Lydia screamed at the top of her voice when she saw Maverick collapse with blood gushing out of him.

She took a few steps backwards and raised a shaky finger at him. "Is... he... dead?"

Isabella swallowed hard and reached out to check the motionless body on the ground. With a horrified look, she gasped, "Oh my God! He's... not breathing..."

THUD!

Upon hearing Isabella's words, Lydia dropped to the floor on her butt. Her body shook and tears began to stream out of her eyes.

"Elliot... What am I going to do? What are we going to do?" She looked up at Elliot who was just recovering from the shock of almost being suffocated.

He pressed a palm on his stiff neck and rushed to comfort her. "Shh... Don't panic. He laid a hand on me first. He is just a useless nobody so it's his own fault he died. I'll take care of it."

Lydia was still not convinced and trembled in his hands so he patted her back and reassured her. "Just tell everyone he ran away. Hasn't this fool been suffering from amnesia for four years? No one will come looking for him so don't get so worked up."

Elliot nonchalantly stood up and walked over to give Maverick's still body a few more kicks.

"Yes, sister. I agree with brother-in-law. He ran away. No one knows where he went to," Isabella nodded and repeated the words severally.

Lydia was paralyzed with fear and couldn't speak or do anything. She could only watch in silence as Elliot called up his guards to "take care of the mess" and dump the body somewhere it would never be found.

Later that night, a black, obscure SUV drove to Ocean Beach on the western edge of Clearwater city. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was muffled by the hum of the car’s engine.

Uniformed men stepped out, their boots crunching against the sand as they carried a wrapped body toward the water.

Without a word, they tossed it onto the wet sand, where the tide eagerly lapped at it. They turned back briskly, disappearing into their vehicle and zoomed off into the night.

Some minutes later, the stillness of the beach was interrupted by a movement.

"Ugh!"

Maverick's eyes flickered open, the salty sting of beach water biting at his skin. His head pounded, and every muscle in his body protested as he tried to move. The woozy haze clouded his mind.

With gritted teeth, he clawed his way out of the suffocating fabric that bound him. The beach was desolate, with no sign of life except for the rhythmic crash of waves. Ahead, the faint glimmer of headlights on the highway beckoned.

If he could just get to the road, perhaps he could get help. With the last strength he could muster, Maverick painstakingly crawled slowly towards the road. His body ached in protest, but desperation drove him forward.

The distant roar of an approaching vehicle grew louder, and finally, he reached the edge of the asphalt. But just as he got on the road, he was blinded by the glare of headlights.

SKREEEEEEE!

Maverick froze as tires screeched against the pavement. The last sound he heard was the deafening screech and the fading echoes of his own heartbeat before his world went dark again.