Page 80 of Ruthless God

“If I’m forced to marry you,” I snap, “you wouldn’t make it past the wedding night, because you would be dead by dawn.”

Her face is pale as she gets up from the floor, tears falling down her cheeks. “We’re meant to be together, Snow. Why can’t you see that?”

She can’t be this fucking desperate and delusional.

“See what? That your father is so desperate for money that he’s willing to sell his daughter to a man who doesn’t want her? That you are desperate for someone who doesn’t like you?”

“You don’t like me, yet you invited me over to this party? Are you playing a twisted game with me?”

Just as I figured, she has lost her goddamn mind.

“What? I never invited you here.”

She pulls out her phone from her bra and shows a message on IG, where I’m asking her to come over.

What the fuck?

Someone clears their throat and I look up to find Lyrical staring at the two of us.

I hope she hadn’t heard our conversation about my father’s plan because if she did, she’s going to be pissed off at me for keeping it from her.

“Lyrical, I swear I didn’t in—”

Lyrical grabs the punch bowl and pours the contents all over Savannah, staining her white dress, then she points a finger in her face.

“I invited you, you fucking bitch!”

Savannah screams, trying to stand up, but she slips on the liquid, falling on the floor again.

“That’s for lying about Snow and telling me he fucked you, you dumb bitch. Stay the hell away from my fiancé.”

Lyrical yanks Savannah by the hair and slams her face into the wall as she’s screaming at the top of her lungs, blood dripping down her nose. I’ve never seen her physically harm someone. Savannah tries to grab Lyrical’s hair, but Lyrical moves out of the way and trips Savannah. Savannah falls over the table, knocking over the Jell-O shots I made. She pushes herself up, holding her arm.

“Dig up a grave because you’re going to need one. I’m going to be Mrs. Williams soon bec—”

I yank Savannah by the hair, pulling as hard as I can, rushing her through the crowded living room just as Keanu opens the front door. I toss her out onto the grass.

“Stay the fuck away from us. Or next time, I’ll slit your throat,” I warn.

I slam the door shut and hurry back into the kitchen, but Lyrical isn’t there, so I head upstairs to my old bedroom.

She’s perched on the bed, her phone in her hand, so I clear my throat. Lyrical looks up, glaring at me.

“What are you hiding, Snow?” She crosses her arms across her chest. “What is going on?”

I need to figure out what I’m going to do about my father. She doesn’t need to know, not right now. It will only make her worry more—and make the situation worse. If I tell her everything, she’d go to her father and it will start a war between our families,which means Keanu’s, Irvin’s, and Jameson’s families would be forced to take sides. It can cause division between us all.

I’ll protect Lyrical at all costs.

She’s the woman I want to marry. As far as I’m concerned, our arranged marriage is still on, despite the ultimatum my father gave me.

My father hates losing control and power. This is a game to him.

He thinks I’m going to go through with it because he thinks I care about becoming the CEO of the Billionaire Club more than I do about Lyrical. He thinks he has me wrapped around his finger, like he used to do, but not anymore. I don’t give two shits about him.

I love Lyrical. I love her more than the air I breathe. More than my own life.

I told her a while back that I used to worship the ground she walked on, and that hasn’t stopped.

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