Page 114 of Corrupted Heart

She walks down the front steps of the brownstone, tucking her wild hair back into place. She gets closer, and my gaze slides to her mouth.

Her lipstick is smudged.

The blouse is still half untucked from her skirt.

Oh my God…

“I—”

“You’re the little wifelet, yes,” she drawls in a bored tone. “We didn’t get a chance to speak properly before.”

I feel sick as she extends a hand. I can’t move. I just stare at it blankly before she laughs quietly and retracts it.

“Amaya, remember?” she says offhandedly. “Anyway, so nice to see you again.”

Her hand comes up, and she giggles as she wipes her thumb across the smudge of lipstick right beneath her bottom lip.

“Oopsie,” she smiles.

My stomach heaves.

“Now, word of warning.” She turns, nodding her chin up at the house. “I know he’s got a short recovery period. But he still might need a minute before you take your turn.”

I physically gag, my face going white as my heart wrenches inside my chest.

Amaya grins. “So nice to see you again, Bianca. Ciao.”

I’m still numb as she pushes past me and walks on sky-high heels to a sleek black car parked at the curb. She gets in, revving the engine and turning to wave her fingers at me with a cruel smirk before she drives away.

I turn, and I run.

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BIANCA

Music blares around me as the alcohol courses through my veins. The pounding pulse of the club beats in time with anarchy swirling in my heart as I close my eyes, toss my hair back, and throw my arms in the air, losing myself in the music.

Fuck. Him.

We’ve had one text exchange since I ran from the brownstone.

Kratos

You’ve been gone a while.

Me

I’m going out with friends tonight. Don’t wait up

Kratos

Ok.

Ok?!?!

Rage explodes in my chest as I replay seeing that woman walking out of the brownstone—smudged lipstick, buttons undone on her blouse. “I just got fucked” sex hair.

The emotions that come surging out of me make me want to scream as loud as I can.

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