Semua Bab Plus-Size Queen For The Red Dragon: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Sarah’s POVJake’s hands were still in my hair when I heard my father’s footsteps in the hallway.I should have pulled away.But I didn’t.“Sarah?” He said my name like it was a question. Like he wasn't entirely sure it was me pressed against the wall.His voice cracked down the hall like a whip. I turned, still pressed against the wall, Jake’s mouth barely off my neck.My eyes met my father's; he stood there, chest heaving, eyes wide with a fury I hadn’t seen since the day the videos of Jake and me leaked to the Internet.“In my house?” he said, voice low and shaking. “Under my roof, with your sister's husband?”I snorted.“Ex-husband,” I corrected, straightening my blouse. Unbothered.He went silent, disbelief hanging over his features, mixed with the kind of anger I had barely seen on him. “Come on, Dad… There’s a difference,” I protested.“I don’t care what you call him.” His hands curled into fists at his sides. “This is wrong, and you will not do this here. I won’t allow it.”I

Octavia's POV The floor was cold against my back. Two days have passed since I last slept in my own bed. Two days… Since I had seen Bianca's face or heard Mira's voice outside my door. I hadn't left Red Dragon's room since the night I walked in. Hours after I saw the tape, the image of Diyorza and the Red Dragon beneath her still burned in my eyes. I had thought about different possibilities, but none were making sense. I needed a confrontation. Not only that, but I needed to see Diyorza in person and ask her questions that can't be asked directly to Red Dragon. “If only I could go to the headquarters and find Diyorza.” I thought.But it was almost impossible. Not anymore. Right now, this room has become my cage. And I was not permitted to take a break. Not even for a second.Only when Red Dragon left the island for whatever purpose did the door unlock long enough for someone to bring me water, food, and a pair of new clothes to change. Then, that was it, back to default. The ro

Octavia’s POVLong after the door locked behind Brianne and the others, I sat with my knees pulled up to my chest. My mind kept replaying the look on Bianca’s face over and over until it wore a groove into my mind.That stare. The way her eyes shrank at the sides. That look of disappointment in her eyes. The feeling of betrayal that crossed her face, raw and glassy, right before her hand cracked against my cheek.I did that to her. I broke her trust. Not only that, but I also betrayed our friendship. She said I used her. Maybe I did. Perhaps I used her knowledge to take what she desired but had never been able to have for herself.Guilt sat heavy in my chest, and for a moment, I let it.Then another voice rose inside me, quieter but certain in a way I didn’t like.“Stop. This isn’t the world you grew up in. There’s no room here for guilt. In this world, only the strongest survive. The weak get preyed on, but the smartest one wins. Every fucking time.”At the time, I didn’t recognize t

Bianca's POV I hadn't left my room in eight hours.The food sat on the table beside my bed, untouched. Cold chicken. Rice. Fruit that had started to brown.I couldn't think about eating. Couldn't think about anything else except the first time with Octavia. The way her eyes had fluttered shut when I touched her. The curve of her spine as she arched into my hands. The soft sounds she made when she gave herself over.My chest tightened as I pressed my forehead against my knees. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in the same clothes I had worn yesterday, my hair a mess, and I was thinking about a woman who had just used me like a fool.“So this is what it was all along?” I asked myself. The feeling of betrayal burned deep inside me. I had tried to convince myself it was something else. I tried to believe that she was into me as much as I was into her. Not only that, but I cared about her genuinely. And I thought she reciprocated as much.Little did I know, I was being used. I under

It was getting darker. Thunder rolled low and steady, the kind that promised a heavy downpour before long.Delphine’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking as she moved through Mira’s bedroom. Fear sat heavy on her face.She searched with desperate speed, checking every place she had been told to look for Mira's journal.Wardrobe. Closet. Vanity.Yet nothing.Then she saw it… wedged behind the nightstand. A burgundy leather journal, worn soft at the edges, exactly as described.She glanced at the door. The hallway was still quiet.The journal was heavier than it looked. She began to flip through the pages, and they were filled with diagrams, tight handwritten notes, fighting forms, and combinations.The kind of knowledge that turned a body into a weapon.On the last page of the journal, an envelope was tucked behind it. Slipped into the plain envelope was a small black flash drive.She pocketed the drive and turned toward the door. But before she took a step, the handle began to turn.Her heart