Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111

Wren was drop–dead gorgeous, and when he spoke in that needy, sultry voice, no one could resist. And he just happened to be her boyfriend.

Zoya glanced at Gilbert, who was “focused” on driving in the front seat, then looked back at Wren’s pleading eyes. She sighed softly.

He was her boyfriend, after all. She’d just have to indulge him.

She reached up, hooked a finger under his chin, and kissed him.

Kissing him always felt good. His scent was clean and addictive.

Even though he was a man who stood high above others, when he kissed her, he made her feel like she could take whatever she wanted from him. It was like he would give her everything.

When the kiss finally ended, Wren leaned against Zoya’s shoulder, still looking like he wanted more. “Zozo, if you ever want to kiss me, just do it. Any time.”

Zoya was speechless. ‘Is this… some kind of invitation?‘ she wondered.

The car rolled on. Zoya turned to look out the window at the passing scenery.

Originally, she’d thought this trip to Marabotara would just be about placing her parents‘ ashes into the family shrine and completing a protection assignment for the military. She never expected her relationship with Wren to turn out like this.

She wondered what would happen between them when they returned to Ranard City.

Time passed quickly, and soon the car arrived at the Rich Group’s Marabotara branch.

The car pulled into the underground garage, and just as Zoya was about to wake Wren up.

Suddenly, the car, which had been cruising smoothly, slammed on the brakes.

Zoya tensed up, and Wren, who had been resting with his eyes closed, snapped them open.

“We just scraped another car. I’ll go and check,” Gilbert said, as he opened the door and got out.

Through the windshield, Zoya saw a white sedan with a scraped front bumper. A woman had gotten out of it.

Gilbert headed over to talk to her, and from the looks of it, the two started exchanging words.

Just when Zoya thought it was just a routine fender bender, her senses suddenly screamed that something was seriously off with Gilbert.

Since Gilbert had his back to the car, all Zoya could see was him suddenly freeze up for a split second. And that was all it took for Zoya to feel that something was wrong.

Immediately, Gilbert’s body slumped and hit the ground. The woman instantly pulled a compact gun and pointed it right at them inside the car.

“Get down!” Zoya yelled, pulling Wren down with her in one swift motion.

The woman unleashed a barrage of bullets straight into their car, gun raised and eyes locked on her targets.

Zoya shoved the door open, dragging Wren with her, and ducked behind a concrete pillar.

The Rich Group bodyguards should have been trailing right behind them, but they were gone. Something had clearly gone wrong.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out. Zoya’s heart raced. Not only because she needed to protect Wren, but also because other cars could drive in at any time. Innocent people could also get caught in the crossfire.

“You stay here. I’ll draw her fire,” she said quietly.

Before Wren could reply, Zoya had already bolted from cover.

Wren stared at Zoya’s back, stunned. It was just like yesterday in the game. Once again, she was making him hide while she faced danger on her own.

‘No! I don’t want this!‘ Wren’s heart screamed.

Another shot was fired, the bullet grazing Zoya’s arm. She kicked the half–open car door hard, slamming it against the approaching assassin. The impact sent the woman sprawling. Her gun clattered to the ground.

Catching sight of the woman scrambling for her weapon, Zoya launched herself at her. The two women fought brutally, each move aiming to incapacitate or kill.

Blood poured from Zoya’s arm, but she couldn’t care less.

‘I have to take her down. Whatever it takes. I can’t let her touch that gun, Zoya thought, laser–focused on the fight.

As the two of them were locked in a brutal struggle, a sudden voice rang out. “It’s over!”

The assassin instantly went rigid. Zoya looked up and saw Wren holding the fallen pistol. He aimed straight at the back of the woman’s head.

Zoya finally let out a breath.

But Wren’s face darkened as he stared at Zoya’s arm. It was the spot where the bullet had grazed her that was now staining a big patch of her sleeve deep red.

“You got shot?” Wren asked.

“It’s just a scratch,” Zoya replied, trying to sound casual.

But the next moment, a gun cocked sharply by her ear. Wren leveled it, voice cold as ice and shaking with fury at the assassin. “How dare you hurt her!”

Zoya was the one he wanted to protect more than anything. And yet this assassin dared to hurt her.

“Don’t shoot!” Zoya shouted, hurrying forward.

The last thing she wanted was for him to kill someone in rage, to bear that weight forever.

Just then, the bodyguards finally arrived. Only four of them came. One was missing.

Seeing the chaos, their faces hardened as they stormed over and quickly subdued the assassin.

Yet Wren kept the gun aimed squarely at the woman, his eyes burning with deadly intent.

Zoya reached out, pressing down on his hand. “Hand me the gun,” she demanded.

Only then did he finally release his grip on the weapon.

Once the gun was in her hand, Zoya turned to the bodyguards. “Make sure you give this to the cops later,” she said.

“Got it,” one of the bodyguards replied, taking the weapon from her.

Wren tore off his tie and tied it tightly around Zoya’s arm, desperate to slow the bleeding.

“I’m taking you to the hospital now!” he said, scooping her into his arms and hurrying her back to the car.

Two of Wren’s bodyguards jumped in, claiming the front seats. The car sped off toward the hospital.

“I’m fine, really. It’s just a scratch,” Zoya tried to reassure him.

But Wren’s face was pale, his hands trembling as he held her, more shaken than she was. He pressed his lips into a tight line.

Just a scratch? Her blood’s already soaking half her sleeve,‘ Wren thought.

“I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry…” Wren muttered, voice shaky and barely audible.

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for. Protecting you is my job,” Zoya replied, not missing a beat.

But guilt only deepened in his eyes.

Indeed, he’d only used the whole “bodyguard” thing as an excuse to keep her around. Even knowing she might get hurt because of him, he never bothered to care. He was totally indifferent back then.

Because to him at the time, she was just a fun distraction. Whether she got hurt or not never crossed his mind for a second.

But right now, regret hit Wren like a punch to the gut.

He should never have let her take on that job. He should never have let her be in harm’s way.

At the hospital, the doctors rushed her into emergency treatment.

Outside the emergency room, Wren slumped against the hallway wall, staring blankly at his own hands. They were still stained with her dried blood.

“Mr. Richmond, apologies. There was a traitor in the team today. We lost your car midway,” the lead

bodyguard reported. “Gilbert’s only knocked out. Two broken ribs, but no threat to his life. As for the assassin, do you want us to hand her over to the police?”

“Yes, hand her over… but before that, cripple her right hand. Make sure she never uses it again,” Wren replied, his tone colder than ice.

“Understood!” The lead bodyguard replied.

“And get ready. It’s time for payback,” Wren said, voice low and radiating pure murderous intent.