My Mysterious Mate
My lips curled into a sinister smirk as I followed the instruction.
My malicious smile vanished the moment I stepped through the door. The silence was deafening, and my blood ran cold. The scene before me was jarringly different than I'd anticipated.
Ivy, her makeup streaking the expensive sheets, was slumped on the bed, clearly incapacitated, with no sign of Ryan.
“Fucking Shit!" My hands trembled, I fought the urge not to let go of the bottle of champagne in my grasp.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, the eerie silence now punctuated by the faint click of the door. My mind screamed for me to retreat, but there was something screaming loudly in my mind that it was too late.
Oh