I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 442

Why should I have to suffer this humiliation!

"Get off!" I suddenly kicked him with all my might. The force was so great that I tumbled off the bed myself, but it was enough to shove the unprepared Steven away slightly.

I scrambled to my feet, grabbed the ashtray from the nightstand, and aimed it at him, my eyes bloodshot. "Let me go, right now!"

With a click, all the lights in the hotel room switched on.

In the next second, I clearly saw Steven's deep, desire-filled eyes. He didn't speak, just stared at me, silent and intense.

I was seething with a furious, helpless anger, cursing him over and over in my mind. With my back against the wall, I went all in.

"Steven, haven't you lost your mind enough? If you don't let me go, I'll call the police and report you for rape. I'm not kidding!"

Steven was completely unfazed by the ashtray in my hand; to him, it was probably just a child's toy. He walked toward me, his voice raspy.

"I'm sorry. That was my fault just now. Don't be angry. I won't touch you."

Seeing him approach, I completely lost it. I hurled the ashtray against the wall, where it shattered into pieces.

Then, I pressed a sharp fragment against my own neck.

Steven stopped in his tracks instantly, his face darkening.

"Zephyra!"

My eyes were red with rage. "If you take one more step, I'll die right here in front of you."

His expression turned grim. "I won't move. Stop gambling with your life to spite me."

It seemed the threat was working.

I gritted my teeth. "Let me go!"

His lips pressed into a tight line, clearly reluctant. My hand immediately moved to slice my neck. Steven's pupils contracted sharply as he lunged forward and grabbed my hand. The shard cut deep into his palm, and bright red blood dripped instantly onto my clothes.

I froze for a moment. Of course, I had no intention of actually hurting myself; I was just trying to scare him. I never expected him to grab for it.

He was furious. He snatched the shard from my hand, threw it to the ground, and grabbed my waist.

"Zephyra! Are you insane? Trying to kill yourself again just to get away from me? Do you hate me that much?!"

My chest heaved with anger, and my head spun.

Steven's delusions were getting out of hand. I couldn't help but wonder if there was something seriously wrong with his mind.

And he told me to prepare myself? Prepare for what? To be slept with by him?

Damn it, that lunatic!

I looked down, put on my shoes, found my phone, and, remembering the humiliation of the evening, took all the cash from Steven's wallet. Then I stomped on his laptop for good measure, making sure it was completely wrecked. If Verna had been there, I would have given her a couple of slaps too.

If you can't beat the master, beat his dog. I wanted to make Steven hurt.

Afterward, I walked toward the door.

Before room service arrived, I'd dusted the keypad with loose powder. Now, I could see which numbers were clean.

I had initially thought there were too many possible combinations and trying them all would be exhausting. He had been watching me the whole time, so I couldn't escape. But now, when I looked at the code, I froze.

It was my birthday.