“Whether I hate her is none of your damn business. Watch yourself.”
He turned toward the car door.
Panic spiked.
I lunged forward, planting myself between him and the door, my body trembling.
“Jaxen, I’m begging you, forgive me this once.”
“Move.” The word was ice-cold.
He shoved me aside as if I weighed nothing.
The engine roared to life, and the sleek Bugatti peeled away without a backward glance, swallowed by traffic.
I stood there.
All I could taste was bitter hatred for Scarlett.
This mess? Every humiliating second?
It was her fault.
I wasn’t letting her get away with it.
Scarlett POV
My paranoia hadn’t eased up.
Every time I stepped outside, I half-expected a sack over my head and a beating.
But days dragged on with nothing from Liliana’s side, and staying wire
