Fifty

“Scarlett, stop!” Blake interjected, pulling Taylor away. “Don’t make me lay a hand on you, you won’t like the outcome.” His voice was cold and resolute.

Scarlett let out another sinister laugh, while her gaze turned deadly as she stared at Blake before turning her attention to Taylor. “You better tell him to back off, or I’ll end him right now,” she growled, her words carrying a dangerous edge.

“Please, Scarlett, just calm down,” Taylor begged, grabbing Blake’s hands, but he jerked away in an instant.

Taylor’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and hurt as a tear rolled down her cheek. “Don’t you love me anymore, Blake?” she pleaded, her voice quivering with emotion. “Or is it because of that worthless hussy, Kiara’s supposed best friend?” she spat, her anger boiling over as she squeezed her fist tightly.

Taylor inched closer to Blake, as her gaze pleaded for understanding. But when their eyes met, Blake averted his gaze away quickly. “I’m sorry, Taylor, but I can’t let Scarlett win thi