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He just stood there, teeth clenched, looking at me like I was some kind of puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out.
Meanwhile, the pain in my body flared up–sharp, intense, like a knife being
twisted inside me. My knees buckled, and I had to grab the edge of the table to keep from collapsing.
Trembling, I reached into my bag and pulled out the small bottle of pills. My hands. shook as I unscrewed the cap and tipped one into my palm, swallowing it dry.
Suddenly, Dwight was in front of me again. His large hand reached out, not to comfort me, but to snatch the pill bottle from my grasp. He glanced at it, scowling.
For a moment, I thought he might yell at me, accuse me of something, but instead, he simply asked, “When did you get these? Where are you hurt?”
His voice was low, steady, but there was something in his tone I hadn’t heard
before.
Was it concern?
I couldn’t be sure, but either way, I didn’t care. I was beyond caring.
I braced myself against the table, struggling to stand, my vision blurred from the pain and the tears. “It’s none of your business. Just…leave. You and Belinda, both of
you. Get out.”
I didn’t expect him to listen, but I hoped he would. I just wanted them gone.
But Dwight didn’t move. Instead, he reached out and grabbed my arm roughly, his grip like iron. His eyes locked onto mine, and for the first time, I saw something
dangerous in his gaze.
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“Who told you to come out here and work like this? You think I can’t take care of you?” His voice was a low growl, each word laced with barely contained anger.
I stared at him, speechless.
Take care of me?
That was rich.
With what? My family’s money? The money that kept this entire farce of a life
afloat?
“You think you’re taking care of me?” My voice was barely a whisper, but the
through the tension in the room like a knife.
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For a moment, he looked taken aback. But the surprise didn’t last long.
His jaw tightened again, and his grip on my arm didn’t loosen. “You have two choices,” he said slowly. “Either you come home with me now, or I carry you out of here. But either way, you’re coming home.”
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His words hung in the air like a threat, and for a split second, I wondered if he meant it. Would he really carry me out of here? In front of everyone?
I shook my head, incredulous. “You wouldn’t-”
But before I could finish, I felt myself being lifted off the ground. Dwight had hoisted me up like I weighed nothing, slinging me over his shoulder as if I were
some piece of luggage.
I let out a startled yelp, my hands flying to grab onto his shirt to steady myself. I
could feel my face flush with embarrassment as everyone in the room turned to
stare.
“Dwight, put me down!” I kicked my legs wildly, pounding my fists against his back, but it was no use. He wasn’t letting go.
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As we moved toward the door, I caught sight of Belinda and her manager, both of them standing there with expressions that were somewhere between shock and anger, but they couldn’t stop Dwight.
No one could.
We stepped out of the room, and the chatter in the hallway fell silent as people.
turned to watch.
My heart raced, my chest heaving as I buried my face in my hands, trying to block out the stares and the whispers.
My feet kicked helplessly in the air, and Dwight responded by landing a sharp
smack on my backside.
“You keep this up, and I swear I’ll throw you in a ditch,” he growled, his voice low enough that only I could hear.
I froze, my breath catching in my throat. He wouldn’t. Would he?
The hallway felt like it stretched on forever, and with every step he took, I felt my world unraveling just a little bit more.
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Dwight carried me and threw me into his car, the force of his movements rough and thoughtless.
The jarring impact made my body throb, and I bit back a gasp as pain flared across my chest. With the strength of an Alpha, his grip too powerful, he had unknowingly reopened the wound that had barely begun to heal.
I winced as the sharp sting spread, and a warm, wet sensation trickled down my skin.
Blood… Of course it was blood….
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His eyes flicked down, immediately noticing the dark red staining my shirt. His expression shifted, hardening into something unreadable–cold, even.
Without a word, he reached out, fingers brutal as he ripped open my shirt, exposing me to the cool air and his relentless scrutiny. The fabric tore with an unforgiving sound, and I let out a yelp, more in shock than pain.
My skin tingled with the sudden exposure, but all I could focus on was the way his eyes zeroed in on the wound–a small but deep, two–centimeter–long scar on my chest.
Blood oozed sluggishly from it, fresh and vivid against my pale skin.
“Dwight, what the hell is wrong with you?!” I snapped, my voice trembling with a mix of fury and disbelief.
