Chapter 7
The room iced over. Every head swiveled to Nathan, where he stood rigid, his champagne flute untouched.
Zoey’s face fell instantly, her voice dripping with faux concern:
“Nathan, have you forgotten? If your grandma hadn’t insisted on you marrying Stella, we’d have been married long ago. Now after all this time, Grandma’s finally agreed, what’s holding you back?”
Nathan kept his head down. His mind filled with images of Stella in a wedding dress–walking toward another man.
A sick, crawling sensation spread through his chest, like ants gnawing at his ribs.
“So I just get dumped like some pathetic loser? No. I need answers. How dare she keep this from me!”
He stormed out without another word, leaving the room in stunned silence.
Zoey scrambled after him, heels clacking frantically.
“Nathan, wait for me!”
Back at the villa, Nathan slumped onto the couch, his expression hollow.
Seizing the moment, Zoey slithered onto his lap, her manicured fingers tracing the hard lines of his chest.
“Grandma’s right, you know. Why keep sneaking around? Let’s just get married.” Her lips brushed his ear, breath hot. “Stella’s gone. Tonight… the whole house is ours.”
Her hand slid lower–until Nathan caught her wrist.
“Drop it. I’m not in the mood. We’ll discuss marriage later.”
Zoey’s smile twisted. Rejection? Unacceptable. Her movements became bolder and bolder.
CRACK!
The slap cracked like a whip.
Zoey froze in disbelief. She reeled back, clutching her cheek where his ring had split the skin.
“What the hell, Nathan?! You’ve never turned me down before! Is this because of that worthless bitch Stella?!”
A vein throbbed at his temple. “Call her that again,” he hissed, “and I’ll break your jaw.”
Zoey touched her face, hysterical. “You’re divorced! She’s not your wife anymore. She’s probably already with another man!”
CRACK! Another backhand sent her crashing into the coffee table, disheveling her hair.
“Until I agree to the divorce, it doesn’t count!”
He grabbed her swollen face, squeezing until her jaw nearly dislocated. His handsome features contorted with rage.
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Chapter 7
Zoey’s vision darkened from the pain.
But he didn’t even look at her, turning to leave the room.
With shaking hands, he dialed a number.
“The number you have dialed is not available…”
He forced himself to stay calm.
He tried several more times–still no answer.
Before, Stella used to pick up before the first ring–his contact starred in her phone.
But now, no respond.
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Zoey limped after him, lip swollen, trying to reason with him: “She’s blocked you. Why chase after such a cheap slut? Isn’t marrying me better?”
Nathan’s glare shut her
- up.
Then-
Ding.
Their phones buzzed in unison. A text from Grandma:
[I’ve arranged the wedding. Get married quickly before more gossip spreads. Don’t disgrace the Carter family!]
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