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CHAPTER 34: The Enemy in the Room

Author: Hannahgold
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-05 16:39:42
DAMIAN

“Come on, Dami. Don’t let that bastard ruin your big day. Pretend he doesn’t exist,” Matthew muttered under his breath, leaning closer so only I could hear.

I didn’t answer. My gaze was fixed on Wylie.

He wasn’t far. Just in front of me.

Wylie.

His posture screamed arrogance, but his tux cheap and crumpled betrayed him. He looked like a man trying too hard to be someone he’d never be. His gaze drifted casually over the crowd, then locked on Isabella. That smug little curl of his lips was the final straw.

My jaw tightened until my teeth ached. The stem of my wine glass groaned in my grip.

I pictured it for a second just a second launching the glass across the room, watching it shatter against that pathetic excuse of a face.

But I didn’t.

Violence wasn’t necessary. Not yet.

I met his eyes instead.

I didn’t blink. Didn’t speak. Just gave him the kind of look that made weaker men forget how to breathe. That made traitors remember their place. My kind of look co
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