Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor)

Chapter 15 I'm Here

Chapter 15 I'm Here

"Can a beautiful new bride like you make Red Velvet Cakes?"

A few men gathered in front of Liam's house, smiling maliciously at Stella.

There were many onlookers, but those hooligans had a bad reputation in the area and were known as

bullies, so no one wanted to get involved.

People watched the commotion with cold eyes.

The only cause was that Stella was too beautiful and Liam was careless. He left such a beautiful

woman alone at home, which gave those hooligans an opportunity.

Stella's heart raced, and her face turned pale, but she tried her best to remain calm.

"I heard that this bride is from a wealthy family."

"That explains it. Rich young ladies never cook in the kitchen. How would she know how to make a

Red Velvet Cake?"

"Hey, you probably don't understand the rules here, right?"

The hooligans' eyes were glued to Stella.

"Here, women who marry into our community have to personally make Red Velvet Cakes and deliver

them to every household! You've married Liam for so many days, but we haven't tasted your cake

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"I'm sorry. I didn't know about this rule." Stella desperately tried to make her voice sound less shaky.

"After I make the cakes, I will definitely bring them to all of you. My husband will be back soon.

Please..."

Just as Stella was about to close the courtyard door, a man suddenly kneed it, and the other two

followed suit, laughing along. Stella panicked and her hand trembled, so they forcefully pushed the

door open. The three hooligans barged into the yard, their eyes filled with greed as they looked at

Stella.

"I never expected that the brat Liam would be so lucky!"

The men drooled.

Stella felt disgusted from the bottom of her heart and instinctively crossed her arms in front of her

chest, warily watching the men.

"This is my house. You'd better leave!" She deliberately raised her voice. "My husband will be back

soon! I'm sure you know what kind of person he is!"

The men exchanged glances and laughed ferociously.

"Of course, we know! He's a coward who pisses his pants when fighting!"

"Doll, you don't know that, do you? Liam used to be so pathetic. Every time we got into a fight, he

would take the blame for us and get arrested!"

"We shouldn't have missed your wedding! We didn't get to celebrate with you back then, so why not

make up for it today?"

The men surrounded her, and some even started to get physical. Stella felt sick. Although she was

scared, the scene of Liam punching sandbags in the yard flashed through her mind.

She hadn't fought before, but she had seen it. At that moment, she didn't know how she mustered her

courage. Learning from Liam's demeanor, she treated those hooligans like sandbags and punched

them hard!

The hooligans were startled, but Stella's resistance only aroused their dirty thoughts.

"Oh, look at how chaste you are!"

Stella picked up a stick in the courtyard with great momentum.

"Get out, all of you!"

"Doll, it's no use doing this! "The man smiled wickedly." If you don't use this stick properly, you'll hurt

yourself. Let us teach you how to use it!"

Stella was about to cry. She felt nauseous, scared, and helpless. All the negative emotions bundled up

in her chest, making her feel uncomfortable.

The hooligans became even more reckless, and two of them dragged her toward the house...

But then, there was a loud bang at the courtyard gate!

Before the men could react, they were hit hard on the head twice. Stella stood dumbfounded, seeing

those arrogant men now crawling on the ground, clutching their heads and moaning in pain.

Liam's tall figure at the entrance was against the light. His face was cold and his eyes were sharp,

emitting an intimidating aura.

Stella, who had been holding back her tears for a long time, couldn't restrain herself anymore when she

saw Liam.

She threw herself into his arms, and he gently stroked her hair.

"It's okay. I'm here."

Liam told her to go inside and close the door.

Stella obediently followed his instructions, but Liam didn't follow her in. Inside the house, she heard a

few muffled thumps, followed by the agonizing screams of those men.

She looked out the window and saw the hooligans being beaten by Liam, their faces bruised and

swollen. They were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

The muddy ground in the courtyard was stained with blood.

But Liam seemed unsatisfied. He picked up the stick Stella had used earlier and mercilessly hit one of

the men's legs...

"If you dare to trouble my wife again, I'll not just break your leg!" Liam's voice was low and deep, and

his tone was menacing.

The hooligans scrambled away in fear.

Stella hid behind the door, desperately trying to calm her pounding heart, her breathing becoming

rapid.

At this moment, Liam walked in and she saw the dried bloodstains on him. She moved her lips but

didn't say a word.

"Did I scare you just now?" Liam approached and gently patted her shoulder with his big hand.

Stella shook her head and reached out to hug him, resting her face against his chest.

Her intimate and lovable gesture made Liam's heart soften.

"You are stronger than I imagined." He chuckled. "When those people pestered you, you actually

chased them away with a stick."

"What else could I do?" She looked up, her face charming. "No one around me would help, and you

were not at home. I had to boost my courage in that way..."

"Yeah, it's my fault. I should have stayed home with you." Liam said softly, "But I think those people

won't dare to come again in the future."

Stella buried her face in his embrace and smiled gently.

Her hand unintentionally touched his solid chest muscles, and his tight and sturdy body made her heart

beat faster for a moment.

She didn't expect him to be quite skilled in fighting. He dealt with those people with just a few punches

and kicks.

But why did they say he used to be a coward?

"You go wash up and change your clothes first." Stella looked at him. "I'm going to cook dinner."

Liam nodded and squinted his eyes as he looked at her.

Stella was taken aback. "Is there something on my face?"

"No." He smirked. "I just feel... you're different from how they described you."

"What do you mean?"

"Before we got married, people said that the eldest daughter of the Taylor family was spoiled, had a

bad temper, and couldn't do anything well. But now you keep the house in order, cook delicious food,

and handle things calmly..."

Liam approached her with a faint smile. "I'm starting to doubt if you're really Amelia."

Stella's face turned pale, and she stared at him blankly. Her mouth twitched a few times before she had

a forced and awkward smile.

"I... Of course, I am Amelia." She avoided his gaze and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Rumors, you

know, are always different from reality. Don't believe them. I am indeed the eldest daughter of the

Taylor family, and you didn't marry the wrong person!"

This time, Liam genuinely smiled from the bottom of his heart.

It was okay. He could wait.

He could wait for the day when she was willing to admit it.

Stella quickly turned around and entered the kitchen, but at that moment, a hurried knocking sound

came from the door.

"Liam, are you home?"