Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20: A Counterfeit Boldness

Dorrent did not answer.

The silence that stretched between them in the moonlit bedroom was so heavy. Dorrent’s fingers remained wrapped around her throat, but the lethal, bone-snapping pressure had stalled. He just looked at her. His eyes traced the unyielding lines of her face, trying to find the crack in her armor, trying to understand how a nineteen-year-old girl from the dirt could look into the eyes of an S-tier predator and refuse to blink.

Jannah’s pulse throbbed wildly against his palm, a frantic, caged bird, but her voice remained as steady as glass.

"Why do you hate me so much?" she whispered, her throat moving against his grip. "I’ve never done anything wrong to you. I came here because your father dragged me here. I came to heal a condition I didn’t even ask to know about. So tell me, Alpha Grefo... what did I ever do to deserve your venom?"

Dorrent’s jaw tightened, a hard, rigid line cutting across his handsome face. He couldn’t tell her anything worth it. He only knew that she’s dirty and he hates untidiness. He couldn’t tell her that her very existence was an insult to his perfection, that looking at her reminded him of the blood, the slums, and the fragile, broken pieces of his own masculine ego. He couldn’t tell her that he hated her because she was the only outsider person in the entire Freenly City who held his crown over a burning fire.

Slowly, deliberately, Dorrent released his grip. He stood up, towering over the bed, his white silk shirt casting a pale reflection in the darkness. He straightened his cuffs, the cold, untouchable CEO armor sliding back into place as if the murderous beast from a moment ago had never existed.

"Don’t flatter yourself, Jannah," he said, his voice dropping into a flat, icy register that dripped with condescension. "You haven’t done enough to earn my hatred. You’re just a nuisance. A stray cat that wandered into the wrong estate. Just make sure you don’t cross paths with me again. To be completely frank, you’re not even worth the effort it would take to kill you."

He turned on his heel, his long legs taking a step toward the heavy walnut doors, ready to put an end to the madness of this room.

"And what about the shaving?" Jannah’s voice sliced through the shadows, halting him in his tracks.

Dorrent didn’t turn around, but his shoulders went rigid.

"Or should I just text Joanne right now?" she continued, the rustle of the silk sheets indicating she was sitting up. "I’m sure she’s still awake. She seemed very eager to talk to me this morning when you weren’t looking."

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