Page 48 of Forced Innocent Bratva Bride

He was sweaty, groaning like a primal beast, as his palms squeezed her breasts.

Her waist was grinding back and forth as she said his name amidst moans, over and over. The scene was an erotic one, but it messed with my mind, shattering my heart into a million tiny pieces.

Tears streamed down my eyes as I watched them in silence. They were so engrossed in their session that they didn't notice my presence. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't feel my legs.

“Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed, tossing the girl off him, his eyes wide in fear and shock.

She yelped and fell off the bed, cursing under her breath.

“Smurfette, I can explain…. It honestly isn't what it looks like,” he said, clutching the sheets to his groin. His voice dripped with insincerity and was laced with desperation as his face turned bright red.

Across the bed, the girl's face snapped up from the floor, her tangled hair obscuring her face. But I recognized those green eyes that shone brightly without remorse.

It was Carol—the same Carol from high school that he claimed to never have even kissed. Her lips curled into a mocking smirk as she wiggled her manicured fingers at me.

My scowl deepened, and a mix of anger and pain surged through me. My jaw tightened, and my chest heaved slowly as I tried to control my emotions.

I wasn't sure what hurt more: catching him in bed with Carol or the fact that he'd been sleeping with her all this time and lying to me about it. I felt like a fool, especially as Carol had that mocking glint in her eyes.

My legs felt alive again, and I stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me. I could hear him yelling at her, blaming her for what happened and asking her to get out of his room.

Classic Bryce, never man enough to fess up and own his mistakes. What a coward!

That was the day that I’d made up my mind that I was done with him for good. I cut ties with him and vowed never to get back together with him ever again. His hold over me had broken, and I was finally free from him.

I'd been doing fine without him and had buried all the memories of him so deep that his name barely even crossed my mind.

However, here we were, standing face to face with each other after all this time. My hatred for him was still fresh, like it was just yesterday that I witnessed that sight.

“I'm sorry I kidnapped you, but that was the only way I could bring you here.” His voice, dripping with condescending sincerity, cut through my thoughts.

My brows furrowed at the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

He continued with an unsettling calmness, “You never would’ve come with me voluntarily.”

“What do you want, Bryce?” I snapped, my scowl deepening. “I didn't stutter when I said I didn't want anything to do with you.”

“Come on, Smurfette, that was a long time ago…” he said smoothly as he started to approach.

“Don't come any closer, Bryce.” I cast a stern glare at him, my voice laced with disdain. The mere thought of his hands on me made my skin crawl.

He stopped in his tracks, respecting my demand. “Look, I don't wanna fight—”

“Then you shouldn't have kidnapped me in the first place,” I cut him off, eyes blazing with fury.

“I'm trying to do you a favor, Smurfette,” he said, his expression softening like he truly believed his own words. “I know you got dragged into marrying that punk. I know you never wanted this life.”

Listening to him insult my husband made my blood boil, and my jaw clenched, accentuating the displeasure etched on my face.

“I was heartbroken when I learned that you married some rich asshole—”

You're really pushing it, aren't you, Bryce?I thought, fingers balling into fists.

I thought I'd never feel the need to defend Alexei's name anywhere. But right now, if Bryce said one more insulting word about my husband, I could slap him across the face.

He continued, his eyes flickering with mirth. “But after I did some digging and realized the real reason you married that man, I knew instantly that you needed my help.” His lips curled into a self-satisfied smile. “That's why I'm here, Smurfette…to help you.”

My brows arched at his ridiculousness. It just seemed to irritate me even more. “I don't need saving, Bryce…much less from someone as selfish as you,” I snapped.

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