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Chapter 17: Obsessed
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MYA The initial warmth in their smiles felt genuine, even welcoming, but as soon as Angelo walked off, the air shifted. It was subtle at first but when one of the women, the one with sleek black hair and piercing green eyes, leaned in closer, her smile twisted into something far less friendly. It was a full blown sneer. “So,” she said, her tone sharp and icy, “how does it feel to wear a ring you clearly don’t deserve?”I blinked, caught completely off guard by the hostility in her voice. “Excuse me?” I managed, unsure if I’d misheard her.“You heard me,” she snapped, her green eyes narrowing. “You’re sitting here acting all sweet and innocent, but do you even understand who Angelo is? Who we are?”“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”The other woman, a blonde with an icy smile, chuckled coldly. “Oh, she doesn’t know. That’s adorable.”Their sudden change in attitude threw me completely off balance. Just moments ago, they had been all smiles and polite questions. Now
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The man fell on his knees, trembling, his face pale and streaked with blood. Tears ran freely down his cheeks as he begged for his life, his voice laced with desperation. “Please… spare me. I didn’t mean any harm. I was just following orders. I swear, I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”Angelo looked completely unbothered by his tears, his expression looked like it was carved from stone, eyes cold and unforgiving. He twirled his knife lazily in one hand, the blade glinting under the lights. His voice was calm but laced with danger. “You didn’t want to hurt anyone?” he repeated, stepping closer to the man. “Yet you came here armed, disrupted my evening, and terrorized my wife. Forgive me if I find that hard to believe.”The man flinched as Angelo crouched in front of him, the knife was still in his hand. “Give me one good reason not to end your pathetic existence right now,” Angelo said.My breath hitched in my throat as I watched the scene unfold. The sheer ruthlessness in Angelo’s
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The man fell on his knees, trembling, his face pale and streaked with blood. Tears ran freely down his cheeks as he begged for his life, his voice laced with desperation. “Please… spare me. I didn’t mean any harm. I was just following orders. I swear, I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”Angelo looked completely unbothered by his tears, his expression looked like it was carved from stone, eyes cold and unforgiving. He twirled his knife lazily in one hand, the blade glinting under the lights. His voice was calm but laced with danger. “You didn’t want to hurt anyone?” he repeated, stepping closer to the man. “Yet you came here armed, disrupted my evening, and terrorized my wife. Forgive me if I find that hard to believe.”The man flinched as Angelo crouched in front of him, the knife was still in his hand. “Give me one good reason not to end your pathetic existence right now,” Angelo said.My breath hitched in my throat as I watched the scene unfold. The sheer ruthlessness in Angelo’s
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Everything felt weird as I stood in front of the mirror, judging my reflection for what must have been the hundredth time. The dress I was wearing was elegant, with a soft, flowing material that clung to my frame just enough to look flattering without being too revealing. My hair was styled to perfection, and my makeup—light and natural—highlighted my features just right. I knew I looked good, but the nervous knot in my stomach refused to loosen.Why was I nervous? I hated that I felt this way. Angelo had been absent the entire day, handling whatever “important” business he’d mentioned earlier. Part of me was glad for the space, but another part—one I didn’t want to acknowledge—wondered what he’d think of how I looked tonight.I shook my head, scolding myself. Why does it matter? I reminded myself of his words, the ones that had played on a loop in my head since the day he’d said them: “I’m not attracted to you. You’re like a child.” It stung at first, but now, I knew better. I
