The Bigshot's Superstar Wife

Chapter 107: Troubled Road

Athena walked through the quiet pathways of the estate, the cold night air wrapping around her as she made her way back to the villa.

The gentle rustling of leaves filled the space between her footsteps, but something in the air felt wrong.

A shadow flickered in the periphery of her vision.

Her instincts screamed at her, and before she could fully react, a deafening explosion erupted from the treetops.

The shockwave sent a burst of dust and debris into the air, causing her to shield her face as she staggered back.

Figures descended from the darkness, dozens of them. Their armor gleamed under the pale light of the hovering spacecraft above, their visors concealing their identities.

The insignia on their shoulders was unfamiliar, but Athena knew one thing for certain, these weren’t ordinary mercenaries.

Her shadow guards materialized from the darkness, their weapons drawn as they surrounded her in a protective formation.

"Lady Athena, get back!" one of them ordered.

But before they could react further, the first wave of assassins struck.

Blades flashed in the darkness, clashing against the shadow guards’ weapons. The sound of metal against metal echoed through the air, sparks flying as the battle erupted in full force.

Athena swiftly assessed the situation, her guards were skilled, but they were outnumbered. The enemy had coordinated their attack too well, cutting off any chance of retreat.

A figure lunged at her from behind, but she spun at the last second, her dagger flashing as she blocked the incoming strike.

The sheer force of the blow sent her skidding backward. Another attacker came at her from the left, but she twisted her body, dodging just in time as the blade barely missed her cheek.

A trap.

They were waiting for her.

Athena exhaled sharply, her grip tightening on her only weapons, a single dagger strapped to her thigh and the high-power chain coiled around her waist.

It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.

With a swift motion, she unhooked the chain and sent it flying. The metallic links extended like a whip, wrapping around the nearest attacker’s wrist.

With a sharp tug, the weapon tightened, slicing through flesh and bone with an unnatural ease.

A strangled scream followed as the enemy collapsed, his severed hand dropping uselessly to the ground.

There was no time to process the kill. Another opponent came at her, and Athena ducked, using the momentum to loop the chain around his leg and yank hard.

The man crashed to the ground, and before he could react, she drove her dagger into his exposed throat.

Blood splattered against the dirt.

The scent of metal filled the air.

Ignoring the burning ache in her limbs, she moved swiftly, grabbing a fallen enemy’s firearm.

With a precise aim, she fired at the descending troops before they could fully disembark. Two of them fell before they even touched the ground.

But she was running out of time.

The leader of the attack, a tall man clad in black armor, stepped forward.

His presence sent a chill down Athena’s spine. His stance was relaxed, almost mocking, as he observed the battlefield.

Then, he spoke.

"Lady Athena, you are to come with us."

His voice was calm. Confident.

Athena wiped the sweat from her brow, raising the gun toward him. "And if I refuse?"

A smirk curled at the corner of his lips.

"You won’t refuse."

As if on cue, several more figures emerged from the shadows, surrounding her completely.

Some of them had weapons pressed against the throats of her remaining guards, forcing them to their knees.

Athena’s grip on the gun tightened.

Her mind raced.

She had two choices, fight to the death or find a way to escape.

The leader tilted his head, as if waiting for her answer.

Athena exhaled sharply. Then, slowly, she lowered the gun.

A flicker of satisfaction crossed his face.

"Smart choice," he murmured.

But Athena wasn’t done yet.

In one swift motion, she flicked her wrist, and the chain around her waist lashed out one last time.

It struck a hidden pressure point on her optical brain communicator, sending out an emergency distress signal before the enemy could stop her.

Mors would come.

He would come for her.

She just had to hold on.