In revenge, I became his brother's secret lover. Until his out-of-control kiss...-11
The Fist
No roar. No question. Half a second of frozen air—then a guttural, animal snarl ripped through it. Reason vanished from David's eyes, replaced by pure, crimson fury. He launched like a missile at Jason! THUD! Bone met bone. The punch landed brutally on Jason’s cheekbone. No defense—Jason staggered backwards, spine slamming the table edge.
CRASH! His chair toppled. "DAVID! STOP!" My scream choked off. I lunged, grabbing his arm—muscles trembling with rage. He flung me off; an elbow caught my ribs. Sharp pain dropped me to the carpet. Vision blurred. The men became a snarling tangle. Curses mangled. A candleholder swept aside, wax flew. The expensive decanter smashed; wine like blood bloomed on the rug. The fake romance dissolved into primal violence.
The Exchange
Amid chaos, blood trickled from Jason's lip. David pinned him to the wall, veins throbbing. "SAY IT! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Scrambling up, seeing Jason battered, David's face—once whispering sweet nothings—now grotesque, months of rage erupted. "WE?!" I shrieked, glass-sharp.
"WHAT ABOUT YOU?! With that cheap tart in the hotel?!" I snatched my phone, hurling it. The screen blazed—damning messages. "OPEN YOUR EYES!!" Time stopped. David froze. He looked down. Up at me. At Jason. Fury dissolved into icy, knowing contempt. A venomous smile. "Oh?" Releasing Jason, straightening his collar, each word deliberate: "Then you, Sarah? You slept with my brother?" His icy finger pointed squarely at Jason.
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No roar. No question. Half a second of frozen air—then a guttural, animal snarl ripped through it. Reason vanished from David's eyes, replaced by pure, crimson fury. He launched like a missile at Jason! THUD! Bone met bone. The punch landed brutally on Jason’s cheekbone. No defense—Jason staggered backwards, spine slamming the table edge.
CRASH! His chair toppled. "DAVID! STOP!" My scream choked off. I lunged, grabbing his arm—muscles trembling with rage. He flung me off; an elbow caught my ribs. Sharp pain dropped me to the carpet. Vision blurred. The men became a snarling tangle. Curses mangled. A candleholder swept aside, wax flew. The expensive decanter smashed; wine like blood bloomed on the rug. The fake romance dissolved into primal violence.
Amid chaos, blood trickled from Jason's lip. David pinned him to the wall, veins throbbing. "SAY IT! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Scrambling up, seeing Jason battered, David's face—once whispering sweet nothings—now grotesque, months of rage erupted. "WE?!" I shrieked, glass-sharp.
"WHAT ABOUT YOU?! With that cheap tart in the hotel?!" I snatched my phone, hurling it. The screen blazed—damning messages. "OPEN YOUR EYES!!" Time stopped. David froze. He looked down. Up at me. At Jason. Fury dissolved into icy, knowing contempt. A venomous smile. "Oh?" Releasing Jason, straightening his collar, each word deliberate: "Then you, Sarah? You slept with my brother?" His icy finger pointed squarely at Jason.
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