Her

NEVEN'S POV

Hit me. Lose control and prove in front of everyone that you’re the same ruthless animal I’ve always known lived under that tailored calm.

But before the blow could land, Jane’s hand flashed out, fingers locking around his wrist.

“Don’t,” she said. “He’s not worth the scene.”

Not. Worth. It and I barked a laugh, jagged and unhinged, the sound scraping the back of my throat raw.

“Not worth it?” I echoed, voice cracking on the edge of madness. “What about you, Jane? With a pussy so stretched and used-up it’s practically a public highway…”

Caesar lunged again, murder in his eyes.

She didn’t let go.

Instead she stepped in front of him, chin high.“Speak for your tiny little cock and your saggy balls, old man.”

A dozen strangled gasps as they weren't expecting it.

A champagne flute slipped from someone’s fingers and shattered against marble.

Jane laughed devastatingly. The sound was designed to annoy me.

I rounded on Caesar, spit flying with every syllable. “She’ll bleed you dry just to spite me. She doesn’t even fucking like you.”

He didn’t blink.

Didn’t raise his voice.

“I know,” he said, almost gentle. “And I don’t give a fuck.” His gaze flicked to her, possessive, amused, and utterly unbothered. “She looks better spending my money than you ever did breathing it. And since I have more than I’ll ever use… It’s none of your goddamn business.”

My mouth opened and nothing came out. The words I needed were stuck somewhere between my lungs and my pride, choking on the air I couldn’t quite pull in.

Yet I tried again, voice more desperate, “Good luck with that dry pussy, Uncle,” I spat. “She barely gets wet. You’ll be fucking a desert. Find someone else.”

Caesar didn’t flinch. He simply tilted his head, regarding me with the same detached calm he might use on a misbehaving child. “Well, It’s not her fault you couldn’t even get her wet with just a touch,” he said, voice low and even. “So stop projecting your insecurities onto her, Neven.”

Before I could draw breath to answer, Jane leaned in closer to him, her smile slow and devastating, voice sliding out like warm honey.

“I think that’s because he never figured out where the clit was, sweetheart.” She paused just long enough for the words to sink in. “Such a shame, really. And coming from you Neven, you should be ashamed you can't even get a woman wet without begging for directions.” Jane didn’t raise her voice and that softness made it worse and even made every word feel personal.

The room imploded into stunned, suffocating silence and in the suffocating hush that followed, I stood there, mouth still open, chest hollow, dignity bleeding out onto the marble floor while the woman I’d once thought I owned looked at me like I was already forgotten.

Olivia let out a tiny, strangled squeak beside me, her nails still buried in my arm, drawing blood I could no longer feel.

The crowd had stopped pretending to be polite.

I kept going anyway, trying to cover the fact that I was hurt and broken inside that she could do this to me. Voice cracking, desperate, reckless. “I fucked her raw for years. Got tired of that loose, overused hole. Are you sure you want my leftovers, Uncle?”

Caesar’s lip curled slowly and almost amused.

“Leftovers?” he repeated, voice velvet. “Kid, the only thing leftover here is your dignity. And from what she tells me… even that was underwhelming.”

Jane tilted her head, regarding me like a mildly interesting insect. Her smile was sugar-coated.

“Don’t worry, baby. His dick’s big enough to make up for the fact yours never even showed up.”

A ripple of shocked laughter rolled through the room and more phones were lifted as it was getting more entertaining for them. The sound and record of my humiliation was captured from every angle.

Heat roared up my neck, burning my face crimson.

“You know what uncle ? I pity you, because you don’t know a damn thing about her,” I hissed through clenched teeth. “You know the truth, she doesn’t even need you. She’ll hop from one man to the next just to get back at me. She’s using you, Caesar. And before I forget to mention it…” I leaned in, venom dripping, “...are you sure you’re willing to settle for overused, damaged goods?”

Olivia finally found her voice, shrill and trembling with righteous fury. “Exactly,” she snapped, stepping half a pace forward. “A man like you could have anyone. Anyone better than her. Why waste your time on leftovers? She’s not even tight anymore so why bother? And her tits are saggy. You might want to check that before you commit.”

I smirked proudly, throwing every word that I could think of to make her sound like the mistake he’d regret making and Olivia had helped perfectly, enough to make it certain that in a moment he'd see reason and his jaw would tighten, his arm would loosen around her waist, and he’d step back from the beautiful disaster I’d just laid bare for everyone to see. And with the look of things, I'm certain he would leave her just hearing all this from me because surely a man like Caesar Dominic wouldn’t stomach the idea of being anyone’s revenge fuck, anyone’s rebound, or anyone’s second choice.

I was certain of it. He would walk away.

Any second now.

Caesar’s gaze never wavered from mine, not a single muscle twitched. Just that same glacial calm, the one that always made me feel small even when I was the one screaming.

Then he did something worse than leaving her.