STUCK WITH MY DAD’S BEST-FRIEND:Revenge On MyCheating Hu의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

VIONNE’S POV Just a few hours after meeting Darien, my head was already a mess. I was a total freak. Because tell me—what the hell just happened in that elevator? I clearly, shamelessly told Darien to kiss me. Jesus. Was I to blame? No. Of course not. He caused it. That annoyingly sexy man knew exactly what he was doing to me. And I was falling for it even when I knew I shouldn’t be. The way he carried me to the sitting room, our breaths mingling… the heat when he caged me inside the elevator… the sound of his voice—low, smooth, and dangerously attractive. How he pulled me against his strong abs and defined chest… all of it was enough to make me lose my mind. I swear to God, I was soaked. I was gone—completely lost in my fantasy. I don’t even know when my stupid godfarsaken brain sent that signal and I said it. Kiss me. The worst part? I actually begged him. The way he looked at me… I could tell he had already decided I was some cheap woman. “You need rules. You clearly have

VIONNE I was still trying to figure out who had sent a message from an unknown number when another text from Nora came in. “Poor Vion. Why aren’t you responding to me? Oh right – you don’t even have a dress. I’ll be kind and send you one. At least you’ll get to see me… and the man you couldn’t keep. See you in a few days. Bye, Vionne.” Finally, she was done mocking me – for now. My teeth clenched. My fist tightened around my phone so hard it almost cracked. I almost threw it across the room, but I wasn’t going to let Nora get to me. I took a cold shower to cool my head. I was going crazy. I switched off my phone and tossed it on the bed, still irritated—I barely had time to breathe before another SMS ping. Just six words that made me freeze. “TRUST DARIEN CALLAHAN AT YOUR OWN RISK.” I stopped breathing. “Darien Callahan?” I whispered. A few minutes in this place and I was already getting messages from unknown numbers. Not the earlier one. Who was this? I tried to think. Not

VIONNE I know Darien must have been waiting for me in the dining room, but do I care? No, of course not. I purposely made my bath long. Again. I really wanted to see what he would do. Just when I stepped out of the bathroom, my stomach growled. I gripped it, squeezing hard. Gosh! I was damn hungry. Haven’t had anything since morning. “I have to be fast,” I muttered, walking toward the closet, when I saw that dress from earlier still lying on the bed, staring at me. Wait a second… did Miss Vivian actually think I was joking when I said I wasn’t going to wear that? A humorless laugh slipped from my lips as I shook my head. “I’m not wearing that.” I walked past it, heading straight to the closet. My gaze fell on that frame from earlier, and I gasped, my heart thumping harder. I was going to wear that one here. I kept my gaze on the floor as I walked into the closet. When I got there, I quickly picked out two pieces. I had already seen them earlier and liked them. It was a two-pie

VIONNE’S POV Of course. The witch didn’t choke. She finished laughing and continued with her taunting. “Wait a second,” she said. I could feel her gaze slowly taking me in. Thin, pale, hungry-looking Vionne in a pajama set bigger than her bony body. “You mean to tell me this is her? Is this the trash? Like… you’ve been yelling at me because of her?” she asked bitterly. “Oh, come on, Rein. Give me some credit, man.” I could hear her heels clicking continuously. She was obviously pacing around. My blood boiled. I, Vionne Wellace, was trash. And I wanted to talk back. Face her. But I didn’t want to lock eyes with either of them. Maybe one hot slap would reset her brain. I didn’t care about her age or who she was anymore. “Stop it, Raya,” he said, his tone quieter now. More like he was pleading than growling or commanding. She made a weird sound with her mouth. “Don’t ruin this night for me, Raya,” she mocked dramatically, obviously mimicking something he’d said earlier. The

VIONNE'S POV “You think I'm joking?” I shook my head. “No, I'm not,” I said with all seriousness. Maybe he'd— “Of course I know you're daaaamn serious, Kitten.” He said, drinking the soup like nothing else mattered. Not sparing me a glance, he asked, “Do I tell Miss Vivian to pack your bags?” His words hit me so hard that something cracked inside me, mixed with a touch of anger. Handsome, rude Rein, enjoying his meal while my hungry worms feasted on me. I swear! I've never felt this embarrassed in my life by some aged man who thinks he's worth my time. I'm sure those balls between his legs are sagging. He was supposed to apologize, right? But he doesn't even want me. He really wants me to leave? Or was this all a display to make me feel unwanted? As I thought about it, my chest squeezed painfully. The ache was unbearable. “Miss Vivian. I need you downstairs.” His deep voice cut through my thoughts. I jolted back to reality, my eyes drifting to him. He had just sent her an au