Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Pretend You’re Kissing Me

The night had settled heavily over the 3rd Street ghetto, wrapping the narrow, suffocating alleyways in a dense shroud of cold industrial smog and the bitter stench of burning refuse from the lower market.

Jannah sat alone on the warped wooden bench directly outside the one-room apartment she shared with her grandfather. The rotting timber of the doorstep was just inches away, the door still hanging crookedly on its rusted hinges, completely locked. She hadn’t even found the strength to turn the key.

After escaping the suffocating wealth of the Grefo estate, she had fled back to the only dirt she knew, her mind still reeling from the explosive confrontation in the foyer. She had successfully avoided answering Dorrent’s terrifying question by throwing up a wall of calculated coldness. She had told him fiercely that she simply despised his character, that he was a depraved pervert, and that she possessed a boyfriend in the slums whom she loved with every fiber of her being—a man to whom she was entirely, physically committed.

But sitting here in the freezing dark, the absolute lie of her defense mechanism tasted like ash on her tongue.

She stared down at her small, trembling hands, which were tightly tucked into the deep sleeves of her unwashed, foul-smelling linen smock. She wished with everything she had that the boyfriend truly existed. She wished there was a real, protective man waiting behind that warped door to pull her into his arms, to shield her from the S-tier monster who was currently dismantling her sanity. But the brutal reality of her lineage made that a total impossibility. She recalled the tragic faces of the last six Alphas who had tried to claim her—she always did. The Firstborn Female Blight was real. Her very pheromones were a toxic death sentence to any normal man who tried to bond with her. She could never risk harming an innocent person just to escape her solitude.

Wrapped in the freezing, damp wind, her body began to shiver violently. To keep the crushing loneliness from consuming her, she leaned her head against the cold brick wall and began to softly hum a melody, her voice a thin, beautiful friction against the quiet of the alley. She began to sing the heavy words her grandfather had taught her:

"The winter frost clings to the stone,

A golden crown upon a throne of bone.

The hearth is bright, the halls are wide,

But there is a phantom crawling deep inside..."

Before the next line could leave her lips, a sudden, heavy warmth was gently draped over her trembling, shivering shoulders.

Jannah gasped, her song instantly cutting off as she jolted backward against the bench. She snapped her head up, expecting to see the terrifying eyes of the CEO looming over her in the dark. Instead, she met a remarkably handsome, calm face looking down at her under the dim orange glow of the alley’s flickering streetlamp.

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