“Rapist heir!!”
“We hate you, Ryan Wolfe!”
“You rapist, you deserve to die!”
Each line screamed from those cardboards was like a knife stabbing straight into me, and I could feel my breathing grow shallow. My body was trembling, my hands pressed to my lap as I tried not to fall apart, but the words were echoing too loud in my head, drilling into me until my chest hurt.Ryan’s grip on the wheel didn’t loosen, his entire body tense, his jaw ticking dangerously as if he was trying to control himself from getting out of the car and ripping all those boards apart. He was angry, so angry that I could almost feel the heat rolling off him, but at the same time, he kept driving, his silence scarier than anything else.
Another egg smashed against the windshield, this one sliding slowly downward, the yellow dripping, making my stomach twist even harder. I gasped, pressing a hand against my chest, but Ryan just muttered through clenched teeth, “Ignore it, Anna.”
But how could I ignore it?
Paparazzi pushed their cameras closer, some even tapping on the glass of our car, their voices cutting through the chaos like blades.
“Anna! Did Ryan really force himself on you?”
“Why would you allow your own brother into your life that way?”
“Anna, why didn’t you speak up earlier if he raped you?”
“Are you protecting him because of the money?”
“Do you realize you’re carrying a rapist’s baby?”
Each question was sharper and crueler than the last, toxic words spilling out from every direction, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I covered my ears with both hands, shaking my head as tears burned in my eyes. “Make it stop, Ryan, please,” I whispered, my voice breaking as my whole body trembled.
“Anna…” Ryan’s voice was low, tight with fury but also trying to ground me, his hand reaching for mine even as he kept the other firmly on the wheel. His palm was warm, firm, steady, and I clutched onto it like it was the only thing keeping me alive right now.
He pulled his phone out with one hand, still driving with the other, and dialed quickly. “Get the jet ready,” he snapped the second the call was picked up. His voice was so commanding, so sharp, that it made me blink through my tears. “We can’t take the public flight like this. Do you hear me? I want the private jet ready immediately.”
The person on the other end must have answered because Ryan hung up quickly, then dialed another number with the same speed. His voice dropped even lower, so firm it felt like the air in the car shifted with it. “The paparazzi are surrounding us. I need your men. Send them here right now. I don’t care how many, it better be enough to stop this madness. I want as many as possible to shut this razz down.”
My heart was pounding as I looked at him, his face set hard, his jaw so tight I thought it might break, and for the first time since this all began, I saw something in his eyes that terrified me, murderous rage. “Yes, Prince Ryan!” the voice on the other line responded firmly, and then the call ended.Ryan’s chest rose and fell heavily as he tightened his grip on my hand, his voice quieter this time but laced with a promise that made me shiver.
“I swear to you, Anna, whoever started this… have just declared war.”
ANNA’S POV
Men dressed in police uniforms came in with a van, and the moment they saw Ryan and I, they bowed in acknowledgment. They moved quickly, pushing back the paparazzi and trying to calm the chaos that was spiraling out of control.
It wasn’t easy, the shouting was loud, the flashing cameras blinding, the anger of the crowd overwhelming, but little by little the guards managed to bring it down, forcing the people back, creating a path for us to escape.
They guided us straight to the private jet hangar, and before I even knew it, we were inside the jet, taking off. Everything happened so fast, it felt like my feet never touched the ground.
In the jet, I couldn’t stop shaking. My hands were trembling as I held Ryan close, pressing my face into his chest.
“Ryan… I’m scared… I’ve never been this scared in my life,” I whispered, my voice breaking. I could still hear the angry chants in my head, see the eggs smashing against the car, the cardboard signs calling him a rapist, calling for him to die.
He kissed my neck gently, his arms strong and steady as they wrapped around me, making me feel safe.
“Baby, listen to me,” he said firmly. “I’ll take care of everything. You don’t need to worry about anything.
Just hold on to me.”
I nodded weakly, burying my face deeper into him, breathing him in like he was the only thing keeping me sane. He kissed my hair, his lips soft but his whole body tense, like he was fighting a storm inside while trying to protect me from it.
Then his phone started ringing nonstop, one call after another, and for the first time I saw a side of him I’d never seen before. He answered with a sharp tone, his words fast and commanding. “I don’t care how much it costs, I want it gone. And anyone spreading it? Shut them down. Sue them. Threaten them. I don’t care. Handle it.”
He was silent for a few seconds as he listened, his jaw ticking, then he spat, “I don’t want excuses, I want results.” He ended that call and immediately dialed another, his voice never softening. “Get the lawyers ready, I want names of every single bastard behind this article. Dig deep, no matter how far back you need to go. If anyone helped spread it, I want them exposed and destroyed. Do you understand me?”
I stared at him, stunned, because I had never seen him like this, never seen him so ruthless, so powerful, as if he was born to sit in that seat, commanding, ordering, making things happen with just his words. I held onto him tighter, whispering, “Ryan…”He glanced at me for a moment, his eyes softening as they met mine, and he leaned in to kiss my forehead. “Don’t look so scared, baby. This is me protecting you, protecting us. Nobody touches you.
Nobody touches what’s mine.”
The rest of the flight was quiet except for his endless phone calls, every second another order, another demand, another confirmation. I stayed pressed against him, my hands never leaving his, even when I felt exhausted, because I knew if I let go, the fear outside would drown me again.
When we landed, Ryan squeezed my hand and guided me out of the jet. “Stay close to me,” he murmured, his voice low but firm. I nodded, gripping his hand tightly as we walked down the stairs together.
And then, as if the nightmare wasn’t over, the moment we stepped down, more paparazzi rushed toward us like vultures.
“Mr. Wolfe, is it true you raped your sister?”
“Anna, did your brother force himself on you? Why didn’t you fight back?”
“Are you covering for him because of the company?!”
Their voices were sharp and cruel, like knives being thrown straight at us. My stomach turned as tears stung my eyes. I held Ryan’s sleeve so tightly my nails dug into the fabric, my body trembling as the cameras flashed in my face.
Ryan didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look at them. His voice was low, calm, terrifyingly steady. “Seize every camera,” he ordered the guards. “Break them. And I want names. Every company these bastards represent, I want them destroyed.”
“Yes Prince!”
“NOW!”
His tone was so cold, so controlled, that even the reporters froze. Some of them stumbled back, realizing he wasn’t bluffing. But a few of them, too arrogant or too desperate, pushed closer, still shouting, still throwing their disgusting questions at us.
“Why did you open your legs for your brother, Anna? Was it for money? Was it for power?”
“What did he promise you that you didn’t already have?”
“We heard he already had a betrothed, why did you destroy that?”
The guards moved fast, snatching cameras and smashing them against the ground, the sound of glass and metal breaking echoing in the air.
“You can’t do this!” one reporter shouted desperately, clutching the remains of his camera. “That’s my job!”Another one begged, his voice cracking, “Please, don’t! This is my livelihood! You can’t just-“
“You’re breaking the law! This is freedom of press!” another screamed, his face red with panic.
Ryan’s jaw was set, his eyes like steel, his expression unreadable. He didn’t move, didn’t even blink. He was ice.
“Anyone else?” he asked quietly, and the silence that followed made the reporters retreat. For the first time, they looked afraid.
The guards led us quickly through a private exit where my parents were waiting, along with Grandma, Grandpa, Beta Logan, and Gamma Steve. The moment Mom saw me, she rushed forward and pulled me into her arms, holding me so tight it almost hurt. “Baby, are you okay? Oh my God, are you okay?” she asked frantically, her hands cupping my face, wiping at my tears.
I shook my head, my voice breaking. “They were so scary, Mom… they kept shouting horrible things, throwing things at us… I couldn’t…” I started sobbing again, my chest heaving as the memories rushed back.
Mom kissed my forehead over and over. “Shhh, you’re safe now, baby. You’re safe. I’m here. We’re all here.”
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