The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 162

Elena hadn't actually been crying. The tears were purely a physical response to the discomfort of having her neck squeezed.

The moisture traced down her cheek and fell onto the back of the man's hand.

"Xavier, why won't you just let me go?"

Sensing his grip loosen, she caught her breath and finally ventured to ask the question.

"Babe, you can only blame your own bad luck for crossing paths with me."

He released her neck, opting instead to press his face against hers, enunciating every word. "In the beginning, you shouldn't have provoked me. But since you did, you should have played along obediently. Once I got bored, I naturally would have let you go, tossing you a pile of money just like I do with all the other women."

"But you were so badly behaved. Right in the middle of our relationship, you started despising me for being broke and tossed me aside... Babe, tell me, how exactly am I supposed to let that go?"

His answer didn't surprise Elena in the slightest. It was exactly what she expected.

It wasn't the wicked intentions of terrible people that were frightening; it was their unchecked power to commit those acts and walk away unscathed.

That was why, the moment she discovered his true colors, she had fled the coastal city overnight with her best friend's help.

She despised Xavier, but she was also terrified of him.

He stood arrogantly at the very top of the food chain, yet his moral compass was non-existent.

Sterling had mentioned that his brother's drastic change in personality stemmed from a girl breaking his heart in his youth.

But from Elena's perspective, this so-called heartbreak was nothing more than a convenient excuse for his cruelty.

He used it to justify playing with people's lives.

She knew with absolute certainty that even if she told him the truth now—that she had severed ties because she overheard him talking with his friends—it wouldn't change a thing.

Paranoia was woven into his nature, and in his mind, she was nothing more than a toy.

Arguing with a monster like him wouldn't earn her an apology; it would only enrage him further and change absolutely nothing.

Just like the girl who supposedly hurt him, it was merely the catalyst that unlocked his inherent darkness.

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