Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 251: The end of Margaret Luther and Tyler Luther

How could members of the Luther Family have made it to the backyard?

Did Samson’s plan fail?

Norris’s lips pressed into a thin line, his face paling dramatically.

But everything had been foolproof—how could this happen?!

"W-what’s going on here?"

Margaret and Tyler were even more terrified, their faces drained of all colors.

They had known it was too good to be true—there was no way they could just walk out of the Luther Family estate unscathed.

What were they supposed to do now?!

Just then.

Jonathan stepped forward from behind the line of mercenaries, his presence cutting through the tension like a blade.

"Norris, you filthy bastard—you actually had the guts to show your face here?"

His burning gaze swept over Norris, Jonathan, and the others, his fury so palpable it seemed to scorch the air.

"Perfect timing.

Today, I’ll send the adulterous couple and their bastard straight to hell."

Without another word, Jonathan raised his gun, leveling it at the three of them.

Norris’s hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, his heart seething with unwillingness, yet he knew there was no escape now.

His gaze shifted to Margaret and Tyler.

"Don’t be afraid," he said hoarsely.

"At the very least... we can die together as a family."

No—he didn’t want to die.

Tyler kept shaking his head violently, his eyes bulging with terror, but no sound escaped his throat.

"No, please—"

Margaret suddenly wrenched her hand free from Norris’s grip and dropped to her knees, her face streaked with tears as she stared up at Jonathan.

A flash of desperate ruthlessness flickered in her eyes.

"Jonathan," she pleaded, voice trembling.

"Everything—it was all Norris doing!

He forced me into it!"

She gestured frantically toward Tyler.

"And Tyler—he knew nothing! None of this was his fault!

Just kill Norris, please... spare us!"

The words struck Norris like a bolt of lightning.

His pupils contracted sharply, his entire body freezing in place as if petrified.

"Margaret, you—"

How could he have ruined his once-happy life for a woman like this?

Jonathan stared at Margaret’s grotesque display, his eyes filled with bitter regret and scorn. It was unclear whether he was mocking himself—or Norris.

"Bang!"

"Bang!" ... The rapid gunfire finally put an end to the chaos in the backyard.

The front courtyard, too, gradually fell into silence.

Meanwhile, at Mileage Hospital.

"Madam," Luke pushed the door open, dragging in a half-paralyzed man.

"We’ve caught the ringleader."

As he spoke, he unceremoniously dumped Bryan onto the floor with a heavy thud.

"Ah—!

Damn it—!"

Bryan clutched his bullet-riddled leg, his agonized screams piercing the air.

Camilla closed her medical book and lifted her gaze, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly.

A single glance was all it took for her to recognize him.

The mastermind lurking in the shadows turned out to be Grandpa Porter.

What an unexpected twist.

"That mysterious faction that conspired with Yoland to murder Sinclair before," Camilla leaned back in her chair, her icy voice dripping with venom.

"It was you all along, wasn’t it?"

"Guilty as charged," Bryan hissed through gritted teeth, his face contorted in pain.

"But what can you possibly do about it now?"

He took a sharp breath, forcing himself to meet Camilla’s gaze despite the agony.

"Sinclair is already dead. By now, the Luther Family estate has probably been raided.

Everything the Luther Family owns will soon fall into Porter’s hands—it’s a done deal!"

So, they really did have malicious intentions toward Grandpa.

Fortunately, she had taken thorough precautions around the estate before coming here.

Camilla’s beautiful eyes narrowed, her delicate features hardening like frost.

The fact that Ramsey hadn’t sent any updates meant the situation was still under control. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Bryan had expected this revelation to shatter Camilla’s composure completely.

But seeing her so composed and unruffled now, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

"Camilla," Bryan swallowed hard, forcing himself to speak.

"Neither the Luther Family’s Grandpa nor his grandson could escape grandpa Porter’s grasp—let alone you."

A shadow flickered in his eyes as he pressed on.

"But if you let me go now, I swear I’ll convince grandpa Porter to spare your life.

What do you say?"

"I’d love to take you up on that,"

Camilla replied, her sharp eyes catching the tall figure appearing at the door on the surveillance screen.

She narrowed her gaze at Bryan, her lips curling into a mocking smile.

"Too bad I don’t know if my husband would agree."

Her husband—wasn’t that Sinclair?

Bryan frowned, confusion written all over his face.

Just then, slow, deliberate footsteps echoed from the doorway.

Camilla’s gaze shifted past Bryan, landing on the figure approaching.

"Sweetheart"

"Mhm."

A deep, husky male voice spoke calmly.

"Sinclair Luther?"

No way!

Bryan turned his head stiffly, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the man’s godlike, breathtaking features.

A bone-chilling terror surged through his limbs, freezing his blood solid.

He stood paralyzed, unable to move a muscle.

Sinclair strode past Bryan without a glance and settled beside Camilla, his arm possessively wrapping around her slender waist.

"Take him away.

Dismember him."

From start to finish, he didn’t spare Bryan so much as a second glance—as if the man were nothing more than an insignificant insect beneath his notice.

"Yes, sir!"

Luke gave a slight nod, signaling two mercenaries with his eyes.

Dismember him?!

Bryan’s pupils dilated in horror before shrinking to pinpricks. His mouth opened, but before he could utter a word, he was dragged away.

"Camilla..."

Sinclair’s long, pale fingers traced slow circles along Camilla’s waist, his dark, fathomless eyes as cold and sharp as ice.

"The big fish has surfaced," His voice was languid and indifferent, yet laced with a chilling undercurrent of murderous intent.

"It’s time we returned to the capital."

"Agreed," Camilla’s crimson lips curved slightly, but her eyes remained cold and devoid of any warmth.

It was time to put Madam Porter—this pawn—to use.

Inside the study of the Luther Family’s ancestral home, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.

"Grandfather," Samson knelt on the floor, his face deathly pale, as he stared up at the elderly patriarch.

"It was all that grandpa from the Porter family—he forced me into it! I was a fool for listening to him!

Please, I beg you, show mercy and spare me!"

Tears and snot streaked his face, his clothes stained with blood, his entire appearance wretched and pitiful.

A far cry from the smug arrogance he had displayed not long ago.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the mastermind behind it all would turn out to be grandpa Porter.

Uncle Carlos’s brows were tightly furrowed, his face burning with barely suppressed rage.

After all, the two best friends had shared decades of friendship.

Over the years, as the Porter family declined, the grandpa Luther had repeatedly used the Luther Family’s influence to support them.

And this was the thanks he got?

Truly, the human heart was unfathomable!

"Tell them the old residence is already secured,"

Grandpa Luther sat at the head of the table, leisurely toying with the agarwood bracelet Camilla had gifted him.

His movements were unhurried, yet an overwhelming, terrifying aura radiated from him.

"Summon grandpa Porter"

Those who betrayed him—he would deal with them personally.

Meanwhile, at the Porter residence.

*Crack—*

The teacup in grandpa Porter’s hand, filled to the brim, inexplicably split apart.

Scalding tea spilled instantly, searing his skin.