Chapter 179
I stand in the middle of my room, shaking from humiliation. From the sting of his eyes when he looked at me. From the way he dismissed every word I said for her.
This was what I was afraid of. That the more they’re in proximity, the more Noah will gravitate towards her. That Chloe and I did everything we could to keep them apart. To sow discord between them. To make them hate each other, and yet it seemed like it was unraveling.
All that effort. Years of scheming, and now it seems to be going down the fucking drain.
I clench my fists so tightly my nails dig crescent moons into my palms.
Noah has never spoken to me like that. He’s never ever looked at me like I’m the problem. He always chose my side, and now things were changing.
For years… years… I’ve been the one by his side. The one who stayed when Chloe died and he broke into pieces. The one who didn’t give up even when he didn’t even bother to get out of bed.
He was mine. Not officially. But it was only a matter of time. After all, who was better suited to take Chloe’s place other than me? 1
I pace the room, breathing hard. My reflection in the mirror catches my eye–flushed cheeks, wide eyes, hair wild from the fall. I look unhinged.
I sit on the edge of the bed and press my palms to my temples. It starts as a whisper of fear but fear always twists itself into something uglier.
I still can’t believe that he didn’t defend me. That he didn’t care that I fell. He didn’t even question her for a second. He’s supposed to be on my side yet he fucking chose her, and it fucking hurts.
My chest tightens. The panic creeps up my throat, but anger drowns it out quickly.
I can feel the imbalance, the shift, the way she pulls him in without trying. I can feel how she’s slowly starting to weave her dark magic around the house. The twins adore her and if I don’t do anything, soon everyone else will follow, including Noah.
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I sink my nails into the duvet. She’s stealing them all. Everything I built here. Everything that was supposed to be mine… It’s weird how it all feels like karma. We took everything from her, and now it feels like she’s taking back everything that was supposed to be hers. 1
If I were a good, I would let it happen. I would step back… but I am not a good person and I won’t let her win. Karma can go fuck herself because there is no way in fucking hell I’ll let Sierra have Noah.
“She needs to leave,” I whisper, but even as I say it, the fear coils tighter because leaving isn’t enough. Not for Sierra. She’s like a weed. Cut her once and she grows right back.
She has to be removed. I can’t wait for whoever is after her to deal with her. I can only rely on myself to get her out of the way. Permanently.
The thought settles into me like a lead and finally, after what feels like an eternity, I feel clarity and peace.
I grab my phone from the nightstand. My fingers hover over the screen for a second, a final moment of hesitation, but my heart is already decided.
I scroll past every normal contact and down… down… to the very bottom. To the name I swore I’d never use, but desperation changes everything, doesn’t it?
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I click. The call connects after two rings.
A voice answers.
“… You said only if it was an emergency,” the voice says.
“It is.” My voice sounds different. Hollow. Steady. “I need a problem handled.”
A charged pause.
“What kind of problem?”
I look towards my door.
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