Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure
Then Silver laughed — a rich, genuine sound that cut deeper than any insult could.
“Look at yourself. Pathetic. Threatening your own blood over a woman who just chose me in front of everyone. If you really want her that badly, here’s my new offer: accept the marriage. Smile pretty, raise your glass, and congratulate us like a good big brother. Maybe I’ll even let you in on our sexcapades — from a distance. Or…” Silver leaned in, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper, “stop seeing Delilah entirely. Walk away right now and never touch her again. Because if you come near me or my fiancée with anything but respect, I’ll make sure you regret every second of it.”