Cash Billionaire: My bad little wife

The group of men burst out laughing. "Kill who? We? You are dreaming," one of them said, and another nodded in agreement. Yes in your forking dreams.

Lira looked at them, her eyes blazing with fury. "Don't you know that dreams can control physical reality? Since I killed you in my dreams, it means I will kill you now," she said, her voice low and menacing.

The men laughed again, but this time, there was a hint of uncertainty in their voices. "Haha, haha, beauty, you are too funny, but now is not the time for jokes," another said, trying to compose himself.

As the men continued to taunt her, Lira's eyes never left theirs. She was waiting for the perfect moment to strike,

Vadal, the head of the gang muttered, and everyone looked at him. "Do you know him?" one of them asked. The head of the gang looked straight at Lira, "The name you mentioned just now, Vadal, do you mean Vladimir Mortenor, the multimillionaire lord, the son of Zoran Mortenor? Vadal, known as the Cold Demon?" he asked seriously.

Lira's eyes locked onto the head of the gang, her expression unwavering. "Yes, that's my husband," she said, her voice firm. "You just described him perfectly."

The group burst out laughing, their voices echoing through the air. "Husband!" they repeated, their amusement clear. "Ha ha ha, this is getting interesting," one of them said, wiping tears from his eyes.

The head of the gang, however, didn't seem to find it funny. He took a step back, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Lira with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "You're telling me that you're married to Vladimir Mortenor, the Cold Demon?" he asked again, his voice laced with a hint of fear.

Lira nodded, her eyes never leaving the head of the gang. "That's right," she said, her voice steady. "And if you harm me, you'll have to answer to him. Are you prepared for that?"

The head of the gang's expression changed from curiosity to shock, and he took a step back, his eyes widening in surprise. "Vladimir Mortenor, the Cold Demon?" he repeated, his voice laced with a mix of fear and respect. "You're telling me that you're married to him?"

The group's laughter died down, and they exchanged nervous glances. One of them whispered, "We're in trouble," and another nodded in agreement.

The head of the gang, still trying to process the information, looked at Lira with newfound caution. "You're not just any ordinary woman, are you?" he asked, his tone laced with a hint of intimidation. "You're the wife of Vladimir Mortenor, one of the most powerful and feared men in the city."

Lira stood tall, her eyes flashing with defiance. "That's right," she said, her voice firm. "And if you harm me, you'll have to answer to him. Are you prepared for that?"

The group fell silent, and the head of the gang swallowed hard, clearly unsure of what to do next. He looked at his men, and they seemed just as uncertain, their eyes darting back and forth between Lira and their leader.

The head of the gang suddenly laughed loudly, "hahaha " his expression skeptical. "You think I'll believe your nonsense?" he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "The Vadal we know doesn't have time for women. He doesn't even see them as a plaything or whatever. Though it was rumored he fell in love with one beauty gangster who goes by the name Phoenix, but she never loved him."

He looked at Lira with a serious expression, his eyes narrowing. "So don't stand here telling me you're Phoenix, who taught that handsome beast a lesson. You're too beautiful to be Phoenix, and you're not her because she's very tough. You're just a... a..." He sneered, trying to push Lira's head into the car.

But Lira was not one to be underestimated. She dodge to the side, getting the men off guard, and kicked the head of the gang in between his legs. He let out a loud scream as he doubled over in pain, clutching at his groin.

The other men were caught off guard, and they stumbled backward in surprise. Lira took advantage of the distraction to grab the gun from the head of the gang's hand and point it at them.

"Don't move," she said, her voice firm and commanding. "I'm not just any ordinary woman. I'm Lira, the wife of Vladimir Mortenor, and I won't be pushed around by anyone."

The men froze, their eyes fixed on Lira in shock and fear. They had never seen a woman like her before, and they didn't know how to react. The head of the gang, still clutching at his groin, looked up at Lira with a mixture of pain and anger.

"You're... you're Phoenix," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I should have known. You're the only one who could take down Vadal Mortenor."

Lira smiled, a fierce glint in her eye. "I'm not just Phoenix," she said. "I'm Lira, and I'm the one who's going to take you down to."

" Put down the gun."

Lira's eyes narrowed as she heard the voice behind her. "Put the gun down," the voice said, and Lira felt a chill run down her spine as she realized she was now at gunpoint. She slowly turned around, her eyes locking onto the person behind her. Who are you?

The person, a tall and menacing figure, had a gun pointed directly at Lira's head. " Am one of them. and I will shoot this bullet right through your head," he said, his voice cold and detached.

Lira's heart trembled as she threw the gun to the floor, her hands raised in surrender. The head of the gang, still clutching at his groin, rushed towards her in anger, his face twisted in a snarl. "How dare you," he spat, his fists clenched.

But before he could reach Lira, a cold voice sounded in everyone's ears, making them freeze. "If you are searching for death, try it," the voice said, and the air seemed to grow colder.

The head of the gang stopped in his tracks, his eyes darting around nervously. The person behind Lira, still holding the gun to her head, hesitated, his eyes flicking towards the voice.

Lira, sensing an opportunity, slowly turned around, her eyes scanning the area. And then, she saw him - Vadal the Cold Demon, standing tall and imposing, his eyes fixed intently on the person behind her.

His presence was like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over the entire scene. His eyes seemed to bore into the souls of everyone present, and his voice was like a warning, a promise of death and destruction.

The head of the gang took a step back, his face pale. "V-Vladimir Mortenor," he stuttered, his voice trembling.

The person behind Lira, still holding the gun, seemed to hesitate, his eyes fixed on Vladimir. And then, slowly, he lowered the gun, his eyes never leaving Vladimir's face.