Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee
Chapter 737

Cold sweat coated Millie’s forehead as she braced herself for the impending pain, certain that death was imminent.

But just when all hope seemed lost, the corridor light snapped on, and with a sharp cry, Giovanni’s hand was kicked, his knife clattering on the floor. It was Marcus, his face etched with determination. He pushed Millie aside, his eyes fixed on Giovanni.

With a powerful kick to Giovanni’s knee, Marcus forced him to the floor. As Giovanni looked up, his eyes widened in recognition, and he made a desperate attempt to stand and fight back. But Marcus’ fist came down like a relentless storm, crashing into Giovanni’s head.

Leaning against the wall, Millie’s mind whirled with confusion. Why was Marcus here? Wasn’t he in the room? Had he been lurking in the shadows all along?

The truth was, Marcus had grown concerned about Millie when she went to take out the garbage at night. He had decided to go downstairs to fetch her, but as he stepped into the corridor, the light suddenly went out. The heavy footsteps and the flash of a flashlight triggered his instincts, telling him something was amiss. He hid in the darkness, biding his time.

He hadn’t expected that this man had come specifically for Millie.

“Ugh!”

The fight was one-sided. Giovanni was no match for Marcus. Blow after relentless blow rained down upon him, leaving him unable to fight back. Marcus’ eyes blazed with fury, his fists heavier with each strike, as if he were determined to reduce Giovanni to nothing but a broken, bloody mess.

Marcus’ once-pristine white shirt was now splattered with red spots; evidence of Giovanni’s suffering.

“Stop. Please! I’m begging you. Don’t kill me. Spare me! Please!” Giovanni’s pleas for mercy were almost drowned out by the sound of his own beating.

Millie’s eyes widened at the sight of Giovanni’s battered face, his skin bruised and head bleeding. Fearing that Marcus might actually kill him, she rushed forward, her voice urgent.

“That’s enough, Marcus. You’ll kill him if you keep hitting him.”

“He deserved death long ago. Leaving him alive today means he remains a threat to you,” Marcus retorted, his voice filled with a chilling determination.

Something had shifted in Marcus; a raw and brutal side awakened by Giovanni’s relentless attempts to harm Millie.

Their neighbor’s door creaked open, and the sight that met their eyes froze them in horror.

Marcus, a tall and imposing figure, was ruthlessly attacking Giovanni, who was helpless and defenseless. They wanted to step in, to halt the violence, but fear held them captive.

“Oh my God! Is he dead?” they stammered, their voice trembling.

“Stop it! He’s going to die!”

Giovanni’s ability to speak had been beaten out of him.

“That’s enough, Marcus. He’s about to die,” Millie insisted, grabbing Marcus’ arm. At this point, he finally composed himself enough to take a step back.

Upon seeing the streaks of blood near his eyes, she felt conflicted. She got down next to Giovanni to check if he was still breathing. Fortunately, he remained alive.

Marcus took out his phone to call Derek. “I need you to come here,” he commanded.