Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Then Teach Me, Jannah

The memory of his mother’s words sent a brief, cold shudder through his veins. During that three-day primal madness, he had been an absolute monster, completely out of his own mind. He had blackout periods where he couldn’t recall a single thing. If it was a historical fact that his own blood-soaked hands had torn her family apart, then he could completely understand the depth of her hatred for him. She wasn’t just being a stubborn slum rat; she was looking at the executioner of her mother and father.

But as a dominant Alpha, his guilt didn’t make him want to let her go. It only made him more obsessively determined to keep her. If he needed to have those rare, legendary Enigma kids that his family line required, he would have to make her fall for him. He would have to teach himself to be gentle with her, to go slow, and to treat her like glass—even though his entire nature loathed the very idea of being soft or patient. He hated going slow. He liked taking what was his by force. But looking at her fragile state, he knew he had no other choice if he wanted to break the wall of her hatred.

Dorrent forced his expression to soften slightly, loosening his grip on her shoulders entirely. He leaned back, his eyes studying her pale face. "Get better soon, Jannah. Do not stress your system for now. Your health is the priority. We will talk about the final marriage arrangements later, when you are fully healed."

Guron looked at the two of them, seeing that the initial bomb had been dropped and the reality was sinking in. He cleared his throat, his voice breaking the tense silence. "I will excuse myself now. I need to go see the Moscow family immediately to handle the wedding annulment with Joanne. I will leave the two of you to talk."

With a final, sharp nod, Guron turned on his heel and walked out of the suite, closing the door behind him.

The room fell into a suffocating quiet. Jannah’s chest rose and fell as she stared at Dorrent with rage.

Dorrent pulled up a chair and sat down right beside her bed, crossing his long legs. He studied her fierce expression for a long moment before speaking. "Tell me something, Jannah... why do you hate me so much?"

The question was a test. Although he knew the dark secret his mother had revealed about her parents’ death, he wanted to see if she would finally open up to him. He wanted to hear the truth from her own lips.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, his tone casual but intense. "Think about it logically. Many women would literally kill to have me marry them. I am exceptionally handsome, I fuck incredibly well and I know you enjoy it, I possess boundless wealth, and I am willing to give you absolutely everything this world has to offer just for you to be my wife. It is a fantastic deal for a girl from the slums. So why the deep hostility?"

Jannah’s jaw clenched so hard her teeth ached. You don’t need to know, she thought fiercely to herself. You will never know that I remember that storm-ridden night. You will never know that I know you are the monster who slaughtered my parents in the gutters.

In her mind, the loathing she felt for him was a cold, sharp blade. He was handsome as fuck, yes. He was wealthy beyond imagination, and her body couldn’t deny that he was incredible in bed. But she could never, ever overlook the blood of her mother and father. She didn’t want his money or his luxury. She wanted her vengeance. She wanted to see him burn.

"You don’t need to know anything about my reasons," Jannah replied out loud, her voice cold and completely dead. "And I will never, ever appreciate a single thing from you. I don’t care about your wealth or your looks. I only love Damian. He is a good man, a gentle man, and he is the only person I will ever get married to. A cold, heartless man like you, Dorrent... a man who doesn’t understand the first thing about love, will never understand these things."

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