Page 58 of The Fall of Sin (The Sins of Saint 2)

“I know. That’s where I got the dress. Saint took me there.”

Her expression fell. “Well, aren’t you a lucky lady.”

“I guess I am.” Silently I prayed for this woman to just move the fuck along since I was not in the mood to spar with her. Not now. I just had too many things on my mind.

She placed her hand on her hip. “I suppose you stayed at the Hotel Principe di Savoia.”

Ugh. The words rolled effortlessly from her lips where I could hardly pronounce any of it.

“Yes. As a matter of fact, we did.”

She feigned a dreamy look and stared up at the ceiling. “One of Milan’s most luxurious hotels. Every inch of that building is exquisite. It’s what dreams are made of.”

I sighed. “Yes. It’s really a beautiful hotel.”

“And the presidential suite? Oh, my God, it’s stunning. I remember the night Saint and I spent in their presidential suite after he simply whisked me away in his helicopter to Milan on a whim.”

My heart stopped, and my lungs no longer expanded as I watched Anete’s lips move yet didn’t hear a word she said. My capability to listen stopped after she said she had spent a night with Saint in the presidential suite.

I asked him. I specifically asked him if he ever entertained another woman in that hotel suite. If he had spent a night in that bed with someone else. The bed he had me tied to. The bed we fucked in. I had trusted him to answer me truthfully as he said he would.

“Mila?” Anete snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Are you okay? You spaced out there for a second.”

“Um,” my mind was a maze of incoherent thoughts, and it took me a moment to find the words, “so, you spent a night at the hotel with Saint?”

She smirked and shrugged her bony shoulders. “Of course. Saint loved spoiling me with unplanned trips and showered me with expensive gifts. We had a special connection, Saint and I. We still do.”

A thousand pieces of glass sliced the insides of my stomach, my chest shattered and aching as if a wrecking ball had slammed into it. I couldn’t breathe, my legs weak as I stumbled back and grabbed the edge of the counter.

“Oh, my God, Mila. Don’t look so shocked.”

I frowned, but words eluded me as Anete watched me with toxic irises and deadly intentions.

Her plush pink lips curved up in a wicked grin that could kill. “Oh, Mila. Did you think you were special simply because he married you? Everyone knows it was just to get his greedy hands on your shares.”

“What?” My voice was barely a whisper.

“My father is his lawyer, remember. He knows about Saint’s business dealings, including the shares of the long-lost Torres girl. It didn’t take me long to put two and two together. Torres Shipping is the sole reason he married you. I know it. You know it. He knows it.”

“Screw you, Anete.”

She inched closer with a thousand threats burning in her eyes. “Saint is a god, Mila. A god who loves being worshipped by naked women and willing cunts. Do not think for one moment that your marriage to him is anything but a facade, a ploy for him to get what he wants. Once he’s done with you, he’ll cast you aside and fuck every woman capable of spreading her legs.”

Rage rushed through my veins, aggravated by a surge in adrenaline. I slapped her, the loud crack of my palm against her cheek echoing off the walls.

Her head shot to the side, blonde hair falling over her face. My pulse raced and chest rose rapidly as I struggled to breathe through the anger.

Anete glanced up with wild eyes, her cheek tainted with my handprint. “You fucking bitch.”

“Stay away from me, Anete,” I warned. “And stay away from my husband.”

“He’ll never stay true to you. He bores easily and loves getting his cock sucked too much.” Fire burned in her eyes as she glared. “He came down my throat so many times, I’ve lost count. And here’s the thing,” she seethed, “when Saint comes crawling back to me for a good fuck—and he will—I’ll only need ten goddamn minutes to make him forget all about you.”

I wanted to plant my fist in her throat, but the longer I stood there, the more it started to hurt. Her words and his lies…and my stupidity.

Tears threatened to break free, and I rushed out, refusing to break down in front of Anete.

“You’re a fool, Mila,” she shouted after me. “A fucking fool.”

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