Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor)

Chapter 114 Getting Rid of Noah Martinez

Chapter 114 Getting Rid of Noah Martinez

Sitting in his car, Jericho remained restless despite the air conditioning being set to its coolest

temperature.

He pinched his brow firmly, and the headache lessened somewhat, but the pain in his heart intensified.

From the very first day he entered prison, he understood that he and Mia could never exist in the same

world again. He could not care for her for the rest of his life and could only revere her from afar,

yearning for her and safeguarding her at any cost.

Thus, he had been shocked and frightened once more upon seeing her having contact with Liam.

Jericho knew exactly what kind of person Liam was and would never permit a thug like him to harm her.

As long as anyone posed a threat to her safety, Jericho was willing to do whatever it took to eliminate

that threat.

This was precisely why he had consistently stirred up problems for Liam. However, today, he was

entirely certain of one thing...

That person was not Liam Anderson at all! Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

One of his subordinates hung up the phone and looked at Jericho solemnly before whispering, "Mr.

Hart, we've received a message from Emberfall. It stated that... Liam Anderson is still alive!"

"Are you positive?" he inquired with keen interest. "Liam is currently in Emberfall?"

"Indeed, no doubt about it."

"I see." He nodded and then began to contemplate with furrowed brows.

If that's the case, who is the man impersonating Stella's husband? She seems completely unaware that

the person she's with isn't Liam. So, what exactly is that man's true motive?

One question led to another, and they all swirled in Jericho's mind, creating a perplexing labyrinth with

no clear exit.

"Mr. Hart, since that person isn't Liam Anderson, should we stop bothering them?"

He concurred in a hushed tone. "Agreed. Let's leave them be. By the way, have you discovered who

that person really is?"

"Well..." His subordinate hesitated.

"Never mind." Jericho reclined in his seat and closed his eyes in an attempt to relax. However, his

phone soon vibrated.

As his subordinate handed him the phone, he saw Zander's name on the screen and could not help but

feel a tinge of irritation.

Though Jericho had been reluctant to deal with Zander, his wings were not strong enough to brazenly

offend any of the powerful factions in Eldoria. Having the Martinez family as his backing secured him a

foothold in both Emberfall and Eldoria.

He took a deep breath and answered the phone just as Zander's patience was wearing thin.

As expected, Zander's voice came through with a series of complaints. "What on earth have you been

up to? I've been trying to reach you for ages! Do you have a death wish or something?"

Jericho's expression darkened, but he had to muster a forced smile in response. "Mr. Martinez, how

can I assist you?"

"I've heard that you've taken out some influential figures from the syndicates in Eldoria, and now their

former underlings are seeking revenge on you?"

"Yes, that's correct," Jericho replied calmly. "But when a tree falls, the monkeys scatter. It's an

undeniable fact, and they can't carry out their revenge."

"Hmph, you brat..." Zander scoffed. "You do have some courage."

"You're too kind, Mr. Martinez."

"Since you're so capable, I have a task for you."

Jericho listened silently.

Zander emphasized. "I want you to help me get rid of someone."

"Mr. Martinez, are you joking?" Jericho questioned calmly. "Getting rid of someone in a lawful society

isn't that easy."

"It might not be easy for others, but it's a piece of cake for you." Zander chuckled. "Mr. Hart, I won't

mind your nightclub operating right next to the Martinez Manor if you can pull this off. Soon, you'll have

your own territory in Emberfall, and you won't have to worry about not achieving success."

Jericho paused and then asked in a grave tone, "Who do you want to make disappear?"

After a chilling silence, Zander finally uttered the name with a heavy breath, "Noah Martinez, the third

young master of my family!"

A cold glint flashed in Jericho's eyes.

"Come to Emberfall if you have the time. We can meet and discuss the details!"

...

Stella could not help but feel a pang of heartache as she looked at Mia, who was curled up in bed. Her

nose tingled, and she gently patted Mia's back.

Mia had not said a word and locked herself in the bedroom seconds after entering the house. Her eyes

seemed unfocused as if her soul had been drained from her body.

"Mia, are you hungry?" Stella tried everything to get her to speak. "Aiden and Liam are outside. Shall I

ask them to cook something for you to eat?"

Mia's eyelids fluttered, and a teardrop rolled down from the corner of her eye.

Stella's heart ached, for the Mia she had known was always bold and daring, seemingly capable of

overcoming any obstacle in this world. However, at this moment...

Some time passed, and Mia drew in a deep breath. Gradually, she rose from the bed and wiped away

her tears. With great effort, she mustered a faint smile.

"Stella," she whispered, "I'm truly sorry for today..."

"Why are you apologizing to me?" Stella replied anxiously. "It was Jericho who came to stir up trouble.

You didn't invite him either!"

"But I'm still connected to all of this..."

"Mia." Stella's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you implying that he came for you? It didn't seem like it.

He was clearly going after Liam! They had... a grudge from their time in prison."

"Well, that's true." Mia chuckled with a tinge of self-deprecation. "Stella, look at me. I used to look down

on Liam, thinking he wasn't good enough for you! But in the end, what kind of ex-boyfriend did I wind

up with? There's no distinction between him and Liam. They're both former convicts!"

"Mia..."

"He ended up in jail because of me." Mia's voice quivered, and her tears flowed uncontrollably.

Stella's mind went blank upon hearing Mia's confession, and it took a moment before Mia's frail voice

reached her ears.

She recollected that Mia had only revealed part of her history with Jericho in their previous

conversation.

The unspoken half was too painful, an abyss of torment Mia had been reluctant to revisit.

"Actually... My parents divorced when I was quite young," Mia murmured. "The court granted custody to

my mother, but she was just an ordinary traditional doctor, working tirelessly to make ends meet while

raising me. In order to give me a better life, she married my stepfather."

Stella was mildly taken aback as she had met Mia's stepfather, who seemed to be a warm and gentle

man with a modest business.

He might not have been affluent, but he ensured that Mia led a comfortable life.

"My stepfather had a son, and I always referred to him as my older brother." Mia wiped away her tears,

her lips trembling as she continued, "But while I thought of him as my brother, he had inappropriate

intentions toward me. It all unraveled during my senior year of high school. He lured me to a

construction site behind our school and forced me to..."

Stella's heart tightened, and she gently held Mia's trembling, cold hand.

"But he didn't expect that Jericho had been secretly following me. When he had me pinned down,

Jericho used a knife to stab him..."

"I was overwhelmed at the time. My mind went blank, and all I remember was a pool of blood. Jericho

raised the knife and kept stabbing, and my stepbrother was covered in blood, convulsing in the puddle

of blood. It wasn't until someone passed by that they called the police."

Stella gasped. "So, he was sentenced for this?"

Mia looked at Stella in silence, her pale face filled with sorrow.