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Chapter 10: Drunk Confessions and a Monsters truth (trigger warning)

Author: Grace Kingsley
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-09 02:44:15

Author’s Note: This chapter includes mentions of childhood trauma and abuse. Reader discretion is advised.

The ballroom still buzzed after the bathroom scene. Alessia was gone, but everyone knew something had gone down. Whispers followed us all the way back to our table.

I couldn’t take the stares. Couldn’t take Brayden’s iron grip on my waist either. So, I grabbed a champagne flute off a tray. One sip, two sips, sweet bubbles rushing to my head.

By the time I downed the second glass, Brayden’s hand was on my wrist. “That’s enough.”

I yanked my hand free and tossed the drink back in one go. His jaw tightened.

“Zoe.” His voice was low, dangerous.

But I didn’t care. I grabbed another one and swallowed it fast.

By the time we left, the room was tilting. My legs were weak, my head fuzzy, and I laughed at nothing in the backseat. Brayden didn’t laugh. He didn’t even look at me. Just sat there staring straight ahead.

“Stop glaring,” I slurred, shoving his shoulder. “I’m not your doll.”

“Yo
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