My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back-Chapter 3: The Trap

"What the hell are you doing?!" Lunara rushed toward the shop. She never expected this to happen right after she came back from the hospital.

The glass wall was shattered into pieces, the flowers were destroyed, and everything inside was thrown into chaos.

"I said stop! Who the hell are you?!" she shouted again, her voice shaking with anger. She lunged forward, grabbing the arm of one of the men swinging a wooden stick, smashing the delicate flowers.

The man swung his arm, nearly making Lunara fall backward. "Ask your dad," he sneered. "He said he will pay the debt with this shop and told us to take it."

Lunara's eyes widened in shock. "What...?" Her breath caught in her throat as she processed his words.

The man smirked, enjoying the disbelief on her face. "Blame him, not us. We're just doing our job."

"He didn't have anything to do with this shop!" Lunara shouted, her voice trembling with anger. "My mother is the owner of this shop! Get the hell out of here!"

She pushed her thoughts aside, her heart racing, and spread her arms wide in the middle of the chaos, trying desperately to stop the men from destroying what was left of the place. Her eyes darted around, taking in the mess they had created, but she refused to back down.

"No! Stop! Not that one!" Lunara cried out, trying to block the man from crushing the vase on the counter. But despite her efforts, she was shoved aside and flopped onto the floor, helpless.

She watched in agony as the vase her mother had loved so much was crushed into pieces, the delicate shards scattering across the floor.

"Please... stop! What do you want?!" She finally cried out, her voice breaking. Despite the toughness she tried to mask herself with, she was still a 21-year-old girl, overwhelmed by the destruction around her.

The man, who looked like the leader of the thugs, smiled. Finally, the question he had been waiting for slipped from Lunara's lips. "Fifty thousand, and I'll leave you and the shop alone..."

Lunara lifted her gaze, staring at the man with a blank expression. The tears streaming down her cheeks smudged her makeup, but she didn't care. "Did he really say that? Would he stick to his promise if I gave him fifty K?" The thought lingered in her mind, but doubt crept in. Would the money really make them stop?

"Yes, of course," the man said with a smug grin. "We can sign an agreement if you want. Your father took fifty thousand from us earlier, saying that you would pay it back by selling this shop." He gestured around the shop, "So, we're just making it easier for you to sell it by demolishing it first." He chuckled, showing no remorse for his actions.

Lunara bit her lip, holding onto the thin patience she had left. "Okay, I'll try giving back the fifty thousand you want, as long as you get your ass out of this shop right now..."

The man scoffed, "And you think I'd buy that? How can I know you won't just run away?"

"Didn't you say you want this shop? What does me... running away have to do with it?" Lunara glared sharply at him, her voice steady despite the storm inside her.

Suddenly, the man squatted down in front of her, a cruel grin spreading across his face. He reached out, trying to cup Lunara's chin, but she was faster, snapping his hand away.

"You think this shop is worth fifty thousand?" The man laughed mockingly. "The shop is barely enough to cover the debt. You... I'll make double the money I gave your father by..." He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a menacing whisper, "selling you."

She flinched back, instinctively trying to create distance between them. "What the hell are you talking about?!"

"I'm clear enough," the man replied, his grin widening as his words sank in. "I'll make use of everything that's useful to cover up every loan I gave away." His lips curled up in a way that sent a chill down Lunara's spine.

"So now, the money... How can I be sure you won't run away before paying it back?" He raised his brows, waiting for her answer, his eyes gleaming with expectation.

Lunara's fingers curled into fists, and she gazed down at the floor, desperately trying to think of any way to come up with the money. But her mind only settled on one person—Eryx Cyrus Grantham.

A few moments of silence stretched between them before Lunara finally gulped, looking up at the man. "Can I make a phone call?"

The man smiled, his smirk widening. "Sure... do it. As long as you do it here."

Lunara dialed the number, each ring causing her heart to race faster. 'Pick up, please...' She prayed silently in her head.

"Hello..." Finally, the deep, low voice over the line made her sigh in relief.

"Hello, Mr. Grantham," she replied, swallowing hard to wet her dry throat.

"Who is this?" Eryx's voice was steady, though it was clear he already knew who was on the other end.

"Mr. Grantham, it's me. Lunara, Lilith Hayes' daughter." She gulped again, the silence that followed filling her with nerves.

"And?" Eryx's response was curt, but his tone sent a spike of tension through her.

"Hmm... about your offer yesterday, is it still valid?" Lunara stammered slightly, trying to hold her ground.

The silence stretched after her question, and she looked up at the man, who was watching her with a predatory, lustful gaze.

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"Tomorrow, by nine in the morning, wait at the Marriage Bureau." Eryx's voice broke the silence, low and domineering.

Lunara's lips trembled, and she almost forgot what she wanted to say. "But... Mr. Grantham, can I borrow fif..." She paused, taking a deep breath, "Fifty thousand first." She exhaled slowly, finally managing to push the words out.

"When do you want it?" His tone was commanding, leaving no room for argument.

"Hmm... Can I get it like... right now?" She felt her heart pound as she uttered those words.

But instead of an answer, another silence fell upon their conversation. Fearing he might not agree, Lunara stole a quick glance at the clock on the wall. "I believe the Marriage Bureau is still open. I can register for marriage right away!" she added, her voice laced with urgency.

"Deal."