HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 63

Meadow’s POV

For a moment, all I could do was stare at my sister in shock. The expression on her face was so serious.

Had she-

All of a sudden, Juniper burst out laughing. She laughed so damn hard, slapping her hand down onto the desk as tears ran down her face the way they usually did.

“You should… you should see your fucking face right now, sis. Damn.”

My fingers dug into the edge of the table as I shot her a glare.

“Relax,” she drawled, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye as she shook her head at me like she pitied me. “God, I haven’t had a good laugh in weeks. And you have to admit, that was funny.”

I swallowed as my chest tightened. The fact that Juniper could make jokes about this situation. I hated her so much.

But I loved her more than I hated her.

“I’m sure you wish that was true, sis. Hoping to start on a clean slate, maybe?” She laughed again. “The drugs they force down my throat in here will never make me forget what I did to you, Meadow. And you want to know the best part?”

Her voice was low, and she reached across the table for my hands. I didn’t pull away, even though I already knew that she was about to say something that would break me.

Because that’s who she was.

“I don’t even want to forget,” she breathed. “I would do it again if I could.”

A gasp tore from my throat and I snatched my hands away from her grip. “Fuck you, Juniper.”

Juniper rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic.” And then her gaze narrowed at the edges. “Although, I am curious. Are you still a virgin? Or did that handsome devil break your back yet? You know, since he’s your husband and all.”

I wasn’t sure why, but I remained quiet. I could’ve easily lied, but I just… froze. And my sister noticed.

Her smirk grew. “You haven’t had sex with him yet, have you?”

My jaw clenched.

“Shouldn’t that be teaching you a lesson? Tyler didn’t want you, your billionaire husband doesn’t want you as well… who the fuck actually wants you then? Who wants a timid virgin who has nothing going for her?”

My stomach twisted. I wasn’t supposed to see things that way, but Juniper was a master in manipulation. And in a way, she was right.

Alaric could make all the excuses he wanted, but the truth remained that he didn’t want me and just gave me pity orgasms that he thought I’d be okay with

“Yeah, because of you, Juniper. Or did you forget that?” My voice trembled, but I didn’t care. “And last I checked, you don’t have anything going for you either.”

“Nah,” she replied with another eye roll. “I have my trust fund, remember? The one you want nothing to do with? Plus…” she reduced her voice to a whisper. “I still have a parent who cares about me. Can’t say the same for you, though.”

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Feeling the back of my eyelids burn, I rose to my feet, walking toward the door.

I heard Juniper’s chair scrape against the floor as she rose to her feet, pulling on my hand before I could reach the door.

“No, no, wait, I’m sorry.” Her voice was laced with panic and desperation. “Don’t leave, Meadow. Please.”

My chest tightened.

“I’m sorry about what I did to you. I just… You make me so mad sometimes, you know?”

She scoffed, stepping closer. “You don’t mean that.”

I straightened. “I do.”

Juniper sneered at me. “No, you fucking don’t!” she screamed. And before I knew what was coming, she reached for a cup of water and threw it at me.

A gasp tore from my throat as the cold liquid spread across the front of my shirt, soaking into my skin. I shivered. The weather was already cold enough as it was

I dragged my gaze up to my sister’s as my chest heaved. But she only stared at me with her lips parted and eyes wide. “Meadow, I’m so s-”

I didn’t listen this time. I stormed out of the room, ignoring her cries as she followed me. “Meadow, please, just…”

Luckily, the orderlies were standing just a few feet away. Embarrassment clawed at my neck.

I wondered how much they heard.

“I’m done,” I snapped, not looking back even as Juniper’s cries intensified. Even as my heart ached.

And as I stepped out of the facility, my phone in my hand, ready to order an uber, I halted in my steps.

Because right in the parking lot, leaning against his car, was Alaric.

And I didn’t care about the mild anger flashing in his eyes, all I cared about was that he was here.

And when the tears began to stream down my face, he was as there to catch me before my knees buckled.