Protect Him? Then Face Me

Summary

My private museum was robbed. Just as the security system was about to apprehend the intruder, my wife, my personal bodyguard, threw herself in front of the thief.

“Elias, I grew up with Julian. I can’t just watch him die.”

Isla fought off a hundred guards, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but she didn’t yield an inch.

Soon, a sharp shard of porcelain from a shattered vase was pressed against my neck.

I looked at her, and my heart felt like it was being physically torn in two.

I was the one who had pulled her back from the brink of death.