Ruin Me, Alpha Step-Daddy
He took a step toward me, his face twisted in a hideous, mocking grimace as he leaned in close, weaponizing every confidential conversation we had ever had.
"Jasmine, if you had any brains left in that fat head of yours, you’d stay the hell away from this bad-luck whore!" Drake hissed loudly, his eyes locked onto mine. "Ask her what she was busy doing at such an early age! Ask her about her little secret! Getting an abortion at seventeen—ewww! Gross! A dirty, useless, womb-less little bitch who couldn't even keep her own—"