Semua Bab An Ex-wife's Guide to Revenge: Bab 131 - Bab 140

ERDEN“She could be in danger,” I said coldly.Aksel’s eyes flashed. He clenched his fist and almost punched me. His hand stopped inches from my face.“Is that all you care about?” he snarled. “She has been deceiving you and lying to your face, and all you can think about is whether she is in danger? Who the fuck cares?”The words hit harder than his fist ever could have. I stop jerking my hands away and hit glare at my brother. Lying and deceiving sound so vile, and my chest burned. Last time Lyssandra lied to me about Meredith, I could tell immediately. And that's the main reason I find it so difficult to believe that she's lying. I would know immediately that she is. “You think she is lying to me?” I asked quietly.Aksel let go of my arm and stepped back. His breathing was heavy and rough. “I think you are in love and blind, and that makes you dangerous to yourself, and Nyra and to us.”Kavev released me slowly as well. “We do not know that she is lying, Erden. We only know tha

LYSSANDRAErden’s car is parked exactly where it always is, slightly apart from the others, black and predatory under the streetlight. I spot him immediately, even before I see his face, because some part of me always knows where he is. The door opens before I even reach for it.I slide into the seat, still adjusting my bag on my shoulder, still turning toward him with a half-smile on my lips, when his hand comes out of nowhere.His fingers wrap around my throat. His mouth crashes into mine at the same time, hard and bruising and furious, like he’s trying to swallow something that’s burning him alive. My breath shatters against his lips. My spine slams into the seat. The kiss is all teeth and heat and hunger and something dangerous that makes my pulse stumble. Shock lasts exactly half a second.Then I kiss him back. Because of course I do. Because his mouth always does this to me. Because whatever storm is living inside his chest right now is bleeding straight into mine. Because I c

LYSSANDRAErden says he wants me to spend the night with him as we’re driving back to my place. I dart a look at him. “That sounds suspicious. Should I be scared?”His lips curl into a wry smile. “You tease too much.”I smile, trying to mask the thrum of nervous excitement. “You were cold earlier. Now you want me to stay over, something changed.”“Nothing changed,” he says, but I can see the way his sce is suddenly tighter, and I think I know why, but I want him to say it. “That’s a lie.”His jaw tightens slightly. “Drop it, Lyssandra.”I do, but I am not convinced. Something is behind his coldness, something he isn’t saying.The drive is quiet after that. His face is calm, almost blank but there’s a tension in his shoulders, in the set of his jaw, in the way his fingers tap against the steering wheel. He’s thinking about something. We reach his house in silence. The gates slide open and the car rolls inside. He steps out and opens my door without a word. I follow him into the hous

ERDENShe does not stop to consider my order. Almost against her will, Lyssandra takes my hand and comes to me, her movements almost jerky like her body still hasn’t caught up to her mind. I pull her onto the bed and she lands against my chest with a soft laugh that dies in her throat when my hands slide over her back. “You’re shaking,” I murmur into her hair. “So are you,” she says breathlessly. She’s right, I'm shaking. She's perfect, and she's running the show now. If only she understands how much control she rips away from me all by existing. I roll us so she’s under me and brace my weight on my arms, hovering just enough to look at her. Her eyes are blown wide, dark and glossy, her lips swollen from my kisses, and honestly, she looks wrecked already, and this in turn wrecks all my control. “Tell me to stop,” I say quietly.She laughs again, short and incredulous, and pulls me down by the neck. “You know I won’t. I never do, Erden. Just touch me like you'll die if you don't

ERDENThe banging comes again, harder this time.It is not frantic anymore, but whoever is on the other side refuses to stop until the door opens or their strength gives out.I cross the room and pull it open, and Trent stumbles forward into the house. For a second, I think he might fall flat on his face. His weight pitches toward me, and I catch him by the arm, hauling him inside before he can collapse into the hallway. The door slams shut behind us with a sound that carries too far in the house.Blood coats the side of his head, dark and tacky near his hairline, fresh enough that it still shines under the light.One eye is already swelling, the skin around it angry and purple. His jacket hangs off one shoulder, torn straight through the seam.“Jesus Christ,” I mutter.He tries to straighten, pride kicking in before sense. His knee buckles instead and he pitches forward into me, almost knocking me to the ground. “I’m fine,” he grits out. “Stop staring like you've seen a ghost.” “