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14: The Lunch Trap

Author: Tarina
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-27 20:50:01

[Arella]

Eyes are still on us as Deric’s laughter dies down. His gaze locks onto mine, and my stomach twists under the intensity of his disgust.

"This is what you rejected my offer for? A job as an event planner?”

“And I was supposed to what? Accept a receptionist job at a company we built with our sweat?" I bit back, fury thrumming through my veins, as a flush of humiliation rises on my cheeks.

His laugh rings out again, louder this time, cruel and biting, as if he’s reveling in my discomfort.

He wipes his eyes dramatically and smirks, twisting the knife further. "You’re so delusional, Arella."

He turns to Vivian, and instantly, his entire demeanor shifts. His expression softens in the way it always does when he looks at her, making my chest tighten painfully.

"You knew about this, babe? Why didn’t you tell me? We would’ve never come here."

"I just wanted to give her a chance," Vivian says sweetly, her voice dripping with honey.

Chance? What the heck is she even talking about?

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