Page 153 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

Damen shook his head. His body ached all over, but he didn’t give a damn, and his face remained cold as he looked at the other man. “We can do this again and again, but I won’t give her up.” He came to his feet.

Mairi’s voice had become hoarse. “Drake, please stop.”

“It’s his call, Mairi.”

Her eyes swung wildly to Damen, and the swollen and bruised face made Mairi lose all color. “Why are you doing this?” she whispered. “Can’t you see? It won’t work between us.”

“I love you.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but Drake cut her off, his head whipping towards her. His voice was bland, but his gaze was icily challenging when he asked softly, “Are you going to believe him again, Mairi? After what you learned today? Your body was mine last night. And his body...”

Had belonged to Alina.

The pain of those words, of the pictures it invoked in her mind, made Mairi cry out.

While she had been hurting, he had been with Alina.

While she had cried for him, another girl was crying out his name in his bed.

While she had loved him, he had loved Alina’s body with his.

Her eyes closed, and the tears fell quietly.

Damen didn’t know what was happening. He didn’t understand a damn thing that Drake had said, but he knew that Mairi was hurt – so goddamn hurt that she looked like she had just been through hell. “Mairi?” She didn’t answer. His voice became frantic. “Mairi, answer me.” But still she didn’t answer. It was as if he no longer existed for her.

“MAIRI, ANSWER ME!”

But she only shook her head, the tears still falling silently.

His voice broke. He was losing her. He really was losing her. “I love you,” he said fiercely. “I know I fucked up so many times, but I fucked up because of love and that love will always be there for you.”

Drake’s tone was cutting as he said, “Give it up, Leventis. You lost.”

He said seriously, “You’d have to kill me first.”

And then he took a swing at Drake’s face, this time giving it all he had, this time hitting the other man as if he wanted to kill Drake. And maybe he did. For Drake was doing the same thing by taking Mairi away from Damen. Mairi was his life. Without her, his life was worthless.

The fight might have lasted for minutes or just mere seconds. It didn’t matter. Soon, blood covered Damen’s entire field of vision, and he was down on his knees when Drake’s last punch threw him to the ground. The last thing he saw was Mairi turning her back on him.

“Mairi.” It hurt to speak, but he had to call out to her, had to beg for her to come back, to forgive him and let him love her.

But she didn’t stop.

She left.

And he was all alone.

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