Perfectly Ruined
He crouched beside her, his face inches from hers.
“Play sick games, Venessa,” he said coldly, “but never with my wife.”
She looked up, still trembling. “You’ve lost your damn mind… Do you know who I am? Do you even understand what could happen to you if anyone heard about this?”
“I don’t give a damn,” Chase replied, eyes dark with rage. “That little stunt you pulled at the party… locking her in, humiliating her?” He paused. “You're lucky I haven’t destroyed you. Yet.”
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