Broken Engagement His Uncle's Bride (Serena and Trevor) novel Chapter 7

A sharp slap landed across Serena's cheek.

"I dare you to try!"

Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning hot with pain. Serena lifted her eyes and stared straight back at Donald. "Oh, yeah? You think I wouldn't dare? He doesn't love me. I don't want to marry him anymore. Is that not allowed?"

Donald's chest heaved with fury. "Love? What's love worth? Do you have any idea that my company is at a life-or-death crossroads right now? As long as you obediently marry into the Levine family, we'll naturally be saved. If you don't, then we just wait for bankruptcy."

He had no sons to his name—both of his marriages had resulted in daughters. The younger one at least knew how to sweet-talk him and keep him happy. But this eldest daughter of his was stubborn to the bone.

Serena tugged at the corner of her lips. "Let it go bankrupt then."

It was already at its breaking point anyway—bankruptcy might as well come sooner.

"After that, I can still support you on my salary without any help."

Donald was beyond furious at this point. "Spare me. With that little salary of yours, it wouldn't even cover a day of my expenses! Serena Steele, think carefully. If it weren't for the engagement between our families, do you really think you'd be able to marry into the Levine family?"

Serena laughed softly. "Give the engagement to Kyana Steele instead, then."

Kyana's eyes widened in response. "Hmph. You'd really be willing to give it up?"

Serena clicked her tongue, unwilling to waste another breath on them.

She picked up her bag and left decisively.

…

When she stepped outside, Trevor was leaning against the car door, smoking. Seeing her come out, he stubbed out the cigarette and tossed the butt into a nearby trash bin.

As she drew closer, he finally noticed the distinct red mark on her fair cheek. "Did your dad hit you?"

He frowned slightly and lifted his hand to take a closer look, but she slapped it away.

"Mind your own business."

Trevor's gaze darkened. Just like her father said—stubborn to the core.

"Get in the car," he said. "We still have to register the marriage tomorrow. I couldn't make it on Valentine's Day, but I'll be yours for the rest of our lives."

Oh, now you want to be romantic. Too bad; too late.

"Don't bother with the registration, Levine," Serena said evenly. "I already told you—we broke up."

His heart was just aching for her a moment ago, but now, anger burned ablaze beneath his eyes. "Enough, Serena! Amber is my sister. No one is replacing you. How many times do I have to explain that?"

"But you know full well that she's not your biological sister. You're not related by blood. Can you promise me that you'll never see her again for the rest of your life?"

Serena caught the way his gaze shifted aside and instantly had her answer. "See? You can't do it. And neither can I. Just thinking about what's on your mind makes me sick."

Trevor's breathing grew heavier. He suddenly reached out and shoved her into the passenger seat. "You can be disgusted all you want," he said coldly. "But breaking up? That's not happening."

He stepped on the accelerator, and the car shot into the night like the wind.

Serena turned her head and shot him a cold glance. His lips were pressed into a hard, straight line—his foul mood was plain to see. But she only found it laughable. What right did he have to be angry?

"I'm not ready to die yet," she said flatly. "Slow down, or I'm calling the police."

Trevor flicked his gaze toward her colorless lips. Remembering her earlier complaint about feeling unwell, he eased off the accelerator, and the car gradually slowed.

So the Angel's Heart that sold for 47 million at Sotheby's last time was bought by Trevor.

Knock, knock.

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