Serina Accardi had everything, and wanted for nothing. Her brother gave her whatever she desired, but kept the parts of her destined world out of her reach.
Until she lost everything in one night to a man who's eyes looks like the devils wrath.
Th...
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all I could see was pure and vengeful red. It blinded me. Choked me. I felt like I was drowning in it. It made me feel like the type of person who didn't care that we were at a peaceful gala.
No one here gave a shit about peace anyways. Each and every one of them, just knew at least one bastard here was strong enough to kill them. The word peace was a mockery. It was just self preservation.
So peace was Bull fucking shit.
"Serina." Christian was speaking. Words Muffled.
I felt like I was underwater. Or maybe I was crying,
"You—you are...upset?" Christian said, looking at me as if I just smeared period blood all over his face.
"No fucking shit." I hissed, feeling my teeth grind and my blood boil. "Should I be happy? Ecstatic That my husband has just dragged off a whore?"
"No. I suppose not." He fronted. Smirking lowly. Like he found this whole thing to be fucking hilarious.
"Fuck off then." I said making an old woman look at me and gasp as if I was a monster for swearing. 'You're probably married to a murderer, turn around.' I wanted to say, but didn't.
Everyone here was a monster. Everyone
"Are you always this colourful?" He smirked, taking a sip of his liquor, licking it off his bottom lip as he took the empty glass and Threw it backwards—and we both listened to it shatter on the floor.
"Mhm." I purred, as I kept shooting my eyes to the door my husband had wandered into.
What I knew to believe, and what a part of me thought, drove a war inside my chest that made my heart burn and my stomach tighten.
She had smiled when he took her hand, and flipped her hair over her bare shoulder and out of her face, completely unfazed by the now growing bruise under her eye.
She laughed when he pulled her after him. And when Lorenzo turned away, she'd reached into the cups of her dress and pulled her tits up. Like she just couldn't wait to shove them in his fucking face.
He didn't even look at me, but I knew he had seen me, sitting across the room watching as he dragged a bimbo into a door off the dance floor.
was he so upset with me for walking away from him earlier, that'd he'd sleep with her just to hurt me?
"I can't just sit here and watch" I said as I stood up, attempting to walk after them. To stop whatever was happening, despite part of me wanting to ignore it in a fear of what I might see.
But I felt a blind rage fill me.
I'd kill her. Even if he didn't take her away to fuck her—I am going to kill her. Maybe even him as well.
