Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153: 153-Be Careful, I Might Steal Your Man

Verity:

"Come on. Tell me where he is. It’s just that I think I deserve to know," she said, faking a sad pout.

But there was something else in her eyes.

Anger.

Why?

Did she really believe my brother was an abuser?

"I don’t think it would be healthy for either of us to talk about him or where he’s buried," I said, trying to turn away.

I felt her hand wrap around my arm.

At that moment, I realized she wasn’t going to hide it anymore.

She forced me to look back at her.

Her thread-like fingers wrapped tightly around my arm, her nails digging into my skin.

She pulled herself closer and brought her face next to my ear.

"Your brother fucking ruined my life. My peace of mind. I still get nightmares about him chasing me through the woods with that knife. Those—," she paused, making me close my eyes and clench my jaw.

"Anyway, I’ll find out where he’s buried. You don’t have to tell me," she muttered before finally letting go and putting the same fake smile back on her face.

"I heard you’re still a virgin."

My heart skipped a beat when she said that.

I mean, it wasn’t exactly big news anymore. It has kind of spread around the office recently.

"So, I was wondering what you and your boyfriend do. Are you still that naive little Verity who’s waiting until marriage to lose her virginity? I mean, I’m beginning to wonder how crazy Dr. Roman is too. You know, it’s kind of a waste of his time being with you," she commented, no longer pretending to be nice.

The clearest thing in her voice was that she genuinely hated my brother.

There was something about her.

She always disguised her hatred behind that reason, so everyone thought it was justified.

She was the ultimate victim.

"Why would Dr. Roman date a woman he can’t even fuck?" she asked, gently touching her chin.

"Think about it," she added.

"Anyway, if you’ve finished looking around this place, I’d like to lock it up," she mumbled, holding up the keys, subtly hinting that Ragnar had now given them to her.

So now, every time I had to come here to prepare for an event, I would have to ask her for the keys.

I smiled before I started walking out.

She made sure to grab her purse and walk past me so she would be the one to leave first.

Then, as I walked past her, she slammed the door, twirling the keys before locking the entrance.

I didn’t stop.

I just shook my head in disbelief and continued down the hallway, until I reached the main living area.

The silence haunted my every step because Ragnar was sitting there with several files spread across the table.

It looked like he was really busy.

I slowed down, then turned my head back toward the hallway.

Gigi would be there any second.

And, well, this would piss her off.

I walked straight toward Ragnar.

"Hello, sir," I said, greeting Ragnar.

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