Chapter 14
Over the past three years, Felicia had perfected the art of sabotaging Nathaniel’s dates, developing the skills of a professional harpy in the process.
That very morning. shed visited the salon for a fresh manicure–stiletto nails long and sharp enough to draw blood with the slightest pressure.]
Whenever
ever any woman dared approach Nathaniel, Felicis made it her mission to destroy them, often targeting their faces to eliminate the permanently
competition
Now, facing her old nemesis Aurora, she wanted nothing more than to claw those bewitching eyes right out of her skull–eyes that had always captivated Nathaniel despite Telicia’s best efforts.||
Bill Aurora was no longer the nave, sheltered heiress of three years ago. She met Felicia’s unhinged rage with a cool smile.
Nathandel might
ght be your precious treasure, but to me? He’s absolutely nothing.”
Nathaniel visibly staggered at her words, his complexion cycling through shades of pallor and fury. Aurora even caught a glimpse of something that looked suspiciously like hurt?
How was that possible?||
adn’t he been ready to starve her to death just to please relida? The lesson
lesson she’d learned from that betrayal was permanently etched into her soul.
Aurora’s right hand discreetly reached behind her for a beer bottle. The moment Felicia lunged, she was fully prepared to introduce that bottle to Felicia’s surgically enhanced face ||
“WHAT THE FUCK, NATE71“]
Just as Felicia talons were inches from Aurora’s face. Nathaniel threw himself between them, shielding Aurora completely.||
In an instant. Felicias nails raked across Nathaniel’s face, leaving deep, bloody furrows across his cheeks. Several gashes were deep enough to expose bone. blood streaming down his designer suit.
Felicia had struck with ledai intent–she’d wanted to permanently disfigure Aurora, to make her repulsive to all men. She never expected Nathaniel to intercept the attack ||
Despite his gruese wounds. Nathaniel gripped Felicia’s wrists with iron strength, preventing her from causing Aurora even the slightest harm
“ENOUGH!” he roared. “Aunt Felicia, I’m not crazy! Aurora is my savior and my legal wife. I will NOT allow you to harm her again.“]
Aurura le‘ out a soft, better laugh.]
A few empty words of rebuke. No real consequences for Felicia. Nathantel was still protecting hiprecious “aunt even now
Aurora stared at the deep gushes across Nathaniel’s face, a cull spreading through her body as she trembled with the realization: if Nathaniel hadn’t stepped in. those wounds would be disfiguring her face right now.
“You psychour butch” Aurora snarled, her composed facade cracking. “You think everyone has to tolerate your posson just because they always have?“}]
Ters see what your precious Nate dues when
the living shit mut of you!”
Aurura grabbed Felicia by the hair and delivered a series of vicious slaps across her face
With Nathaniel still restraining her wrists, Felida could even defend herself, she could only scream hysterically.
You filthy guster slut! You dare touch me?! Mate will fucking end you for this! He’s MINE! Hell always choose MET
But the “Nate” she called for simply maintained his grip on her wrists, silently watching as Anura unleashed three years of pent up rage[]
deliver une fani blow–only to have Nathaniel catch her hand mid swing.
By the time Felicia’s face had sweden to twice its normal size, Aurora perpared to deliv
“Aurora, enough. You’ve beaten her black and blue Surely that’s satisfied your angre? stop this chillistungsa. Come home with me. We’ll pretend these three years were just an extended vacation. I wont hold anything against you.
Aurora Laughed in disbelief, ready to tell Nathmuel exactly where he could shove his audacious offer, when Damian–who had been calmly watching the spectacle–pulled her protectively against his chest ||
*Listen up, trust fund boy,” Damian drawled, his usual cocky demeanor suddenly hardening when he spoke about Aurora “Get this through your thick skull.
Auroran MY wile now. When she was literally dying in that prison you called home, I was the one who carried her out for three years, I’ve watched her – releuld herself from the broken shell you left behind-||
His casual tome vanished completely when he added: “And I’d burn this fucking city to the ground before letting her spend another minute with a spineless parasite like you.-||
Damian tightened his embrace around Aurora, his eyes conveying a depth of feeling that belied his playboy reputation.
“What kind of man lets his side pirer nearly kill his wife? What kind of man steals his wife’s accomplishments to give to his mistress? What kind of pathetic excuse for a human being starves the woman who saved has worthless life? |
Aurora looked up at Damian with grateful affection. The old Aurora would have shushed him, afraid of conflict. This Aurora spreezed his hand in silent agreement.
Nathaniel caught that look and nearly exploded with jealousy.
His barely–clotting facial wounds reopened as he clenched his fists so hard that fresh blood dripped onto the marble floor, each drop like a metronome counting his rising hury
In the past, Aurora would have immediately rushed to him, desperate to lend his wounds with tearful concern. Now she didn’t even spare his injuries a second glance–her eyes were only for Damian.||
Nathaniel’s face contorted with rage as he shouted at Damian.]
Wolfe, Aurora is a Sipdair! She’s My wife! I’m the husband she picked up from nothing–who the fuck are you to claim her?”
“Don’t forget what you said that night. If Aurora knew the truth about that, do you really think she’d still be standing by your side?“]
Chapter 15
