Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 379

Chapter 379: 379-Big Booty Bitch

Gigi:

Two days had passed, and everything that happened was still replaying in my head.

Every detail.

The way Ragnar had pulled Verity behind him.

There had been a time when the brothers had defended me like that against Justin.

But that day, they had stood in front of me and done the same thing for Verity.

Maybe I had been too slow to understand it, but there was definitely something going on with her.

Ever since we came home, my mother had repeated the same thing over and over.

"I told you. I told you to be careful of her."

Now I was starting to realize she might have been right.

I sat on the couch in our living room, completely confused.

Jaguar and Theodore had checked on me constantly, but I had kept my replies short and distant.

At this point, I didn’t want to push them too hard.

Ragnar was the one I couldn’t understand.

He hadn’t called me once.

He hadn’t even sent a text.

Why?

It wasn’t as though I had done anything terrible that day.

Most of what happened had been because of my mother, so why was he so angry with me?

The more I thought about it, the less sense it made.

"That man needs to understand that if he doesn’t change his ways, he’s going to lose my daughter," my father hissed as he entered the mansion.

I immediately sat up straighter, eager to know what had happened.

He had gone to Ragnar’s office to confront him about the entire incident and give him the kind of fatherly lecture he clearly believed Ragnar needed after throwing us out again.

"I reminded that man what happened the last time he kicked you out," my father continued, his anger already boiling over. "And he just sat there like a damn stone. Then he had the nerve to tell me I’m a bad father because I let Oliver do whatever the fuck he wanted."

My mother stared at him from the couch in disbelief.

"And after everything my daughter went through because he threw her out that night, he still doesn’t seem to understand," Dad went on. "All he told me was not to interfere between him and Gigi."

His hands curled into fists.

"Did he ask how I was?" I asked.

My father looked at me, scoffed, and shook his head.

"No. He sat there like a fucking brick wall and gave me a lecture about Oliver."

His expression darkened.

"What has gotten into that man? Is there something going on that I should know about?" while my father asked me that question, I hesitated to respond.

"He found his fated mate before," I admitted. "He never told me about her."

The moment the words left my mouth, my father turned sharply toward me.

"He found her and didn’t tell you?" His voice rose. "And that’s it? Do you have no control over your man?"

"Don’t yell at her. You know what she’s been through."

My mother immediately came to my side and sat beside me, wrapping her arms around me as though she were shielding me from the cruel world and every man in it.

"You should go and speak with your boyfriend because that slut, that big-booty slut, was wandering around his office like she owned the place," my father hissed.

He snapped his fingers at me and gestured for me to get up.

"Go. Get ready and see your boyfriend. Talk to him."

My mother nodded in agreement.

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