Georgia’s POV
"Just mind your own damn business, Nancy. And do us all a favor—keep a leash on Raymond if you still want him. Actually, I’d thank you if you could keep that maniac out of my sight. Every ti I look at him, I feel like throwing up." My voice cut like glass as I turned to walk away.
But of course, Nancy’s hand clamped down on my arm—again.
I exhaled sharply, my patience shredding into nothing. This woman had no idea when to quit. Pathetic. Desperate. Really disgusting to be honest.
"I’m not done talking to you—"
*SLAP!*
The sound cracked through the air before I even realized what I’d done. My palm burned, adrenaline surging hot through my veins. Nancy’s head whipped violently to the side, her hair snapping across her cheek.
I didn’t flinch. I stood tall, my voice low and sharp. "Raymond is your problem now, not mine. If he cos near again, I’ll bury him under another restraining order. And as for Nick? What happened between him, you, and Sarah is none of my concern. He’s not that man with . Maybe because you were both sluts... and I’m not."
Her gasp tore out like a hiss.
*SLAP!*
Pain exploded across my cheek before I could blink. My hand flew up instinctively, cradling the sting. Damn, she hit hard. Hard enough to make my jaw throb. This woman got a strong hand.
"You bitch!" Nancy’s voice cracked like thunder, rage twisting her face. "How dare you! You don’t know a damn thing about or Sarah! You think you’re above us? You’re no better, Georgia!
You’re just another fool in love with the sa monster we were. The only difference is, I woke up." Her chest heaved, her face twisted with fury. "While you, just like Sarah, you refuse to stop living blind!"
"I heard my na..."
The sound of that voice sliced through the air like a tornado. Both Nancy and I snapped our heads in unison toward the source.
And just my luck... Sarah... Of all people...
Perfect. Absolutely perfect. All three of us in one place, like both heaven and hell were mocking .
For a second, I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Almost. Because what stood before wasn’t funny—it was dangerous.
These won are savages; they don’t care about their pride or reputation at all. If they want to beat right here, right now, they would.
Just looking at us must have looked ridiculous. , dressed in white, as if I’d stumbled out of a wedding.
Nancy, draped in black like the devil herself. Her sleeveless bodycon clinging to her curves, that plunging V neckline screaming power and seduction, one leg exposed like a weapon, her corseted waist daring anyone to challenge her.
And Sarah, of course, in fire-red. Her strapless dress barely covered her, ruffled skirt swaying like flas licking the air every ti she takes a step.
We didn’t look like three won. We looked like archetypes. An angel. A devil. A succubus.
And the worst part? It wasn’t just appearances. The energy in the air was real, pulsing, ready to combust.
The way Nancy’s eyes narrowed, the way Sarah’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile... I knew exactly how this could end. With a fight. A vicious, no-holds-barred fight.
And the truth? I had no damn intention of playing in their arena. I just want to get out of here and go back to my dessert and champagne.
"Don’t tell you two are conspiring behind my back. That wouldn’t end well for either of you," Sarah’s voice dripped with threat, her eyes gleaming like a predator’s.
I scoffed, my patience shredded. "Oh, please. Why the hell would I conspire with her? She tried to kill . You two can go wallow in your twisted mories—leave out of it." I turned on my heel, ready to end this circus once and for all.
But of course, life wasn’t giving a break tonight.
Sarah’s hand shot out, clamping down on my wrist like a vice before I could escape. She twisted it sharply, forcing a wince and a muffled cry from my lips. Pain seared up my arm.
"Damn it, Sarah! Are you insane?!" I hissed, my voice low, desperate not to draw attention even though every nerve in scread to shout. The last thing I needed was a public spectacle.
Her smile was unnerving. Cold. Certain. "Let’s go sowhere else..."
She yanked, trying to drag , but I planted my heels, fighting back with every ounce of resistance I had left. My pulse thundered, fear and fury colliding in my chest.
Then—shove.
Nancy’s hands slamd into my back, sending lurching forward. The polished tiles beneath my heels betrayed , slick and unforgiving.
My balance shattered, and before I could catch myself, I was stumbling, half-dragged, half-shoved by two won who had clearly lost every shred of sanity.
"Let go of !" I snarled, thrashing against them, but their grip only tightened, relentless and rciless.
And in that terrifying mont, a single thought echoed in my mind like a warning bell: God knows where these psychos are taking ... and if I’ll walk back out alive.
"Are you two out of your minds? This is assault! You’re hurting and forcing !" My voice trembled between fury and desperation.
Part of still hoped to shock them back into their senses, to make them realize how insane this looked. Because if anyone saw this, being dragged like a slave, it wouldn’t just destroy .
It would drag Nick and his entire family into humiliation. And that was the one thing I could never allow.
"Violence?" Sarah scoffed, her grip tightening like steel around my wrist. "Don’t be so dramatic. I just want to continue that little private chat with you and Nancy. Stop thrashing and walk like a civilized woman."
"Private? There’s nothing to talk about! You’re both unhinged!" Panic spiked through my chest, my voice rising. "Let go!"
But Sarah only smirked as she shoved a heavy tal door open with her free hand. The creak of its hinges echoed like sothing out of a horror film. Cold air seeped out from the darkness beyond, and my stomach dropped.
Every instinct scread at . This wasn’t a conversation. This was a setup. A trap. The kind of scene that ended with a body on the floor. My body. This is a murder scene unfolding before my eyes!
I yanked hard, desperate to break free, my heart slamming against my ribs—when suddenly another hand clamped over mine.
Big. Strong. Unyielding.
Relief crashed through so violently I almost sobbed. Thank God, I’m safe...
But then my gaze lifted to the face of the man holding .
And the blood drained from mine.
Fuck... No!
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