Evander’s POV
I was furious. No, burning in anger that I couldn’t even describe it. The re thought of Claire being in the news with Damian, of all people, was enough to set my blood boiling. I knew there was nothing between them, but the insecurities and the gnawing jealousy in my chest refused to let rest.
Damian. My only friend with whom I could confide in. The only one I could tolerate in this world full of idiots. Yet here he was, the cause of this burning rage. Should I just go and kill him and end everything with one swift move?
The thought flickered in my mind, dark and tempting, but I knew Damian wasn’t just anybody. He was my only true friend in this world. And even if I had Caspian, he was just another idiot and dumber than Damian. But he had not done anything that Damian did!
But what should I do with this rage? How was I supposed to endure this?
"Boss, is there anything I can do for you regarding the articles?" Zaniel’s voice broke through my storm of thoughts.
"Scram!" I barked, my glare sharp enough to cut steel. The idiot had been teasing the whole day and filling my head with poisonous doubts. His words were still floating in my mind that Claire might leave .
"Fuck!" I growled under my breath, my hands curling into fists. I couldn’t take this anymore. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating with every passing second.
I had to see her. Now.
I stord out, barely aware of where I was going. My only focus was Claire. I wanted to face her, confront her, and make it clear—she was mine. She couldn’t leave , not even if she wanted to.
The idea of her being with another man, even in the most innocent sense, made my chest tighten. I could feel the possessiveness clawing at my sanity. If she dared to entertain the idea of anyone else, I would destroy him. I would rip them apart, leaving that person with nothing but the ashes of his remains.
Damian, though? His na felt sour in my mouth. I wouldn’t kill him—not yet—but I would make sure he understood. He was out of this project now. Gone. And not just this one—he would never work in showbiz again, not as long as Claire was still in the industry. I didn’t care if I lost millions. No man would be allowed near her, let alone one whose na could even be whispered in the sa breath as hers.
I wasn’t just angry— I was consud by my jealousy. She was mine, and the world needed to know it. If Claire hadn’t realized it yet, I would make it clear to her too.
No matter what it took, no matter what I had to do, Claire Reed wasn’t leaving . Never
I was determined. With Damian, I’d ruin every person who dared to spread those baseless rumors, and whoever leaked the news would regret it. As the elevator doors opened and I stepped out, still lost in my storm of thoughts when soone called out to .
"Hi, Evan! It’s been a long ti."
It was Susan. She stood there, her smile bright but nauseatingly fake. My anger flared even more. I had no ti for her gas. I was on my way to destroy those who dared involve Claire in this ss and then deal with Damian. But now, seeing Susan brought back a flood of mories I didn’t want to revisit.
I clenched my fists as I decided to ignore her. She wasn’t worth the energy. I walked past her without saying a word.
"I saw the article," Susan pronounced, her voice laced with a mocking tone, making stop in my tracks. "I always knew she was like this! I an... wasn’t it the sa when we were together? She made a scene about us being in the news and left you, but look at her now. What an irony!"
Her words hit like a slap. My entire body froze. The fire in , the jealousy, the overwhelming need kill soone... it all vanished. Instead, my mind went blank.
For a mont, I couldn’t move or even think. Susan’s voice like a distant echo in the back of my mind.
I took a deep breath as I turned slightly, my expression cold and unreadable. "Susan," I said, my voice low and sharp, "you really have nothing better to do, do you?"
She opened her mouth to respond, but I didn’t wait to hear more. Ignoring her again, I walked away.
But where should I go from here? What was I even thinking? How could I be so blinded by my emotions, so full of myself, that I let jealousy take over?
Just the thought of Claire’s na being linked with soone else made my blood boil. And yet, this was only the first ti I had faced sothing like this. How much worse had it been for Claire all those tis I ignored her feelings? She had to endure seeing my na tied to soone else repeatedly, especially with Susan, and I never even cared to explain myself.
Now, here I was, ready to lash out at anyone who ca near her, acting as though I had the right to control everything. What kind of person did that make ? How could I even think about harming my own best friend?
The thought made stop in my tracks. Damian had been my closest friend for years, soone who stood by when no one else did. And yet, one baseless rumor was enough for to turn on him? Was I even human?
No.
Gloria was right— I was nothing more than a killing machine. I destroyed everything I touched, everyone who dared co close to . And now I was on the verge of doing the sa to Claire once again.
I exhaled shakily, pulling out my phone to distract myself. My hands trembled as I scrolled through my notifications, unsure of what I was even looking for. Then I saw it— a ssage from Claire.
"Evan... Please don’t think too much about the rumors. Have faith in ."
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PS: So, Damian was right! Evander was on his way to kill him, LOL.
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