Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 26

Yvonne stared at her mother’s tear-streaked face, but this time, her heart stayed cold.

“Fine. You say I can’t just leave you behind? Well, you’re miserable anyway. Get a divorce—I'll take care of you from now on.”

The moment she said it, Robin and Tracy were up in arms.

“My relationship with your mother is perfectly fine. Who are you to meddle and tell her to get a divorce? Can’t stand to see her happy, is that it?” Robin snapped.

“Exactly!” Tracy chimed in, her voice shrill. “Mom, your daughter’s vicious. She’s trying to destroy you and Dad!”

Tracy was panicking now. If both her mom and Yvonne left, who would earn her spending money? Who would keep the family afloat?

“If nothing else works, I’ll call the police,” Yvonne announced, pulling out her phone.

John lunged forward and snatched it out of her hand. “Well, look at that—an iPhone 14. My phone’s busted, why don’t you let me have yours?” he sneered.

“Give it back!” Yvonne shot to her feet.

But John, shameless as ever, stuffed the phone in his pocket.

At twenty-four, John was a grown man, far stronger than Yvonne. When she tried to grab her phone back, he took the chance to wrap an arm around her waist—he’d been eyeing her for ages, and now he saw an opportunity to take advantage.

Disgusted, Yvonne shoved him hard, sending him sprawling to the floor. Her striking eyes glared daggers at him.

“Bitch!” John snarled, face twisted with rage.

Cora, seeing her precious son knocked down, tossed her snacks aside and stormed over to hit Yvonne. She wasn’t the least bit intimidated, even if it was several against one.

Yvonne felt her scalp sting as someone yanked her hair. John scrambled up and pinched her waist, still trying to grope her.

Yvonne was shaking with anger. Without thinking, she kicked him, hard, right between the legs.

“Aaagh!”

“This crazy bitch fights back? Hold her down! Grab her car keys—selling that car would bring in some cash!” Cora barked.

The group closed in, trying to pin Yvonne down.

Cora and Robin lunged at Marico in a panic. Without even glancing their way, he kicked out—his long legs connecting with their knees.

They crumpled instantly, forced to kneel before him, groaning and clutching their legs.

The crowd-bullying instantly flipped; the attackers were now helpless.

Tracy and Robin stood frozen at the edge of the room, terrified.

Yvonne looked up at Marico, and tears welled in her eyes. “Why are you here?”

“If I hadn’t come, were you planning to let these people tear you apart?” Marico’s voice was low, anger still simmering as he looked at her battered face.

Yvonne pressed her lips together, lowering her head. In that moment, her need for him was even stronger than it had been the night before, when he’d picked her up in the pouring rain.

Tracy eyed Marico warily, sizing him up from head to toe—sharp suit, commanding presence, but only able to buy a cheap little car. He had to be just another insurance salesman.

“That’s him, Mom and Dad,” Tracy muttered from behind Gina, too scared to step forward. “He’s the one who bought her that car.”