I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 270

"Who is this?" Ford's voice grated through the speaker, dripping with his signature arrogance.

"It's Sienna," she replied, her tone as breezy as if she were catching up with an old college buddy. "Just calling to let you know your little sidepiece is currently having a meltdown in my office."

Out in the hallway, Finn's eyebrows shot up. He instinctively shot a glance past Sienna to where Angeline was sobbing.

She actually knew about that?

A tense second of dead silence stretched across the line.

"What the hell did you just say?" Ford's voice dropped an octave.

"You know exactly what I said. You're the one who ordered Angeline to orchestrate that stunt downstairs, right? It's a shame she's too incompetent to execute it properly. You better get over here and clean up your mess."

"You're completely delusional!" Ford snapped.

Sienna completely ignored his outrage, seamlessly continuing her threat.

"You don't have to show up. But I do have a rather entertaining video sitting on my phone, and I've been debating which social media platform to leak it to. If you don't make an appearance, you can just wait for it to go viral. I am giving you exactly thirty minutes."

She didn't wait for a response before delivering the final blow.

"Mercy International. Don't be late."

Sienna hit 'End Call' and lifted her gaze to Finn.

"Ford is on his way. It's probably best if you aren't standing out here when he arrives."

Finn met her gaze.

"Why would it be a problem?"

Sienna gave him a sideways look.

"Because he's your beloved brother. I plan on tearing him apart, and I wouldn't want you to feel bad watching it happen."

A dark, amused smirk tugged at the corner of Finn's mouth.

"Him?" He paused, the disdain practically radiating off him.

"Rip him to shreds for all I care." He paused, his gaze softening into something fiercely protective. "My only concern is that you don't get hurt."

Sienna's heart skipped a heavy beat. She immediately dropped her gaze, refusing to acknowledge the electricity in the air.

"Just walk away. If you stand out here, I'll be too distracted worrying about how you feel to get the job done..."

Finn's chest seized.

Did she just say she cared about his feelings?

His fingers curled into loose fists.

"Alright. I'll step back. But I won't go far. Scream if you need me. And whatever you do, leave that door open."

Exactly forty minutes later, Ford strode into the department.

He was immaculately dressed in a bespoke tailored suit, but his face was a thunderstorm of absolute fury.

His predatory gaze swept through the office, lingering with sheer venom.

Angeline practically threw herself at his legs.

"Ford..."

He violently shoved her aside with his knee, locking his eyes dead onto Sienna.

He stalked up to her desk, planting his hands on the immaculate surface and leaning over her like a looming shadow.

"Sienna Sterling, you've got some serious nerve. What exactly is your endgame here?"

The office door remained wide open.

He had never been made a cuckold by a pathetic, desperate escort!

What completely broke his sanity was the fact that Sienna had just broadcasted his ultimate humiliation to his entire social circle!

He hurled his phone violently against the wall.

Blind rage completely consumed his rational thought.

"Sienna, you're a dead woman!"

He lunged across the desk like a rabid animal.

Sienna smoothly sidestepped, letting him crash into empty air.

With his fury finding no immediate target, Ford spun around and locked his murderous gaze onto Angeline.

"Ford, I swear it wasn't—" Angeline shrieked, scrambling backward.

He delivered a vicious, full-force kick directly to her ribs.

Angeline flew backward, slamming brutally into the wall. She crumpled into a fetal position, clutching her stomach as blood began to trickle from the corner of her mouth.

Sienna had already backed up to the doorway. She stared him down.

"Throw one punch at me, Ford, and it officially becomes a felony assault."

"I don't give a fuck! I'll kill you right here!"

Ford roared, raising his fist high and swinging it down toward her face with bone-shattering intent.

But halfway through its descent, his wrist was snatched out of the air by an immovable, crushing force.

Ford's head snapped up, his eyes bloodshot with rage, only to meet a gaze that was infinitely darker.