Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 110

"Tyrone, what you're doing… it's not right…"

Alicia's skin burned along her back, her clothes already tossed carelessly to the floor, though she couldn't remember when.

She didn't want to cling to Tyrone, but with nothing else to hold onto, she could only lean against the door. The wood felt ice-cold against her bare skin, sending a chill through her that made every muscle tense. Instinctively, she pressed herself back toward Tyrone, searching for warmth.

He smirked, only relenting when Alicia finally broke down in tears. With a sigh, Tyrone scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom to soothe her.

"I'm sorry, okay? It was my fault…" His apology came quickly, almost as if he'd practiced it.

Alicia turned her face away, tears streaming down her cheeks, refusing to meet his eyes.

Tyrone chuckled softly, knowing he'd crossed a line tonight. "I'll take you shopping tomorrow," he offered, trying to coax her out of her silence.

She didn't respond.

He tried to settle her on the marble countertop, but the stone was icy cold. The moment she felt it, Alicia whimpered, grabbing hold of him and refusing to let go, her sobs muffled against his chest.

With a resigned sigh, Tyrone held her close with one arm while reaching out with the other to turn on the shower.

The bathtub was already filled. Tyrone quickly rinsed Alicia off, checked the water temperature, then gently lowered her into the warm bath.

Alicia was still furious. She sank down, submerging herself as much as she could, determined to ignore him.

She knew exactly why Tyrone had treated her that way just now—he'd wanted to embarrass her, to force her into making sounds loud enough for Vincent to hear. It was a cruel game, meant to humiliate her.

Hot tears welled in her eyes. Not wanting him to see her hurt, she ducked her head below the surface.

She hated this.

It made her feel like she was nothing more than a plaything—a sugar baby passed around, a toy for others' amusement.

When she'd signed the contract to marry Tyrone, she'd already braced herself for this kind of humiliation. The money and the chance to study abroad were things she'd bargained for with her dignity.