"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.
Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown.
Securing employment proved to be ch...
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"Where's that bitch?"
The room stilled.
I stopped mid-sentence, my gaze shifting slowly to the doorway. And there she was—Catalina D'Amano, in full-blown meltdown, with rage practically carved into every muscle of her face.
I dismissed the employees around me with a simple flick of my fingers. They exchanged worried glances, murmured polite goodbyes, and exited the room.
The last one shut the door quietly behind them.
"I'm sure you're pleased with yourself," she spat, heels clicking aggressively as she stalked further inside.
"After destroying my marriage, you're now sitting pretty in my husband's company—barking orders like you built this place. You turned Raul against me, used your fake charm to suck him dry of everything—his name, his money, his goddamn sanity. You're nothing but a gold-digging slut."
Her voice cracked toward the end—desperation clawing beneath the fury.
I rolled my eyes, her words bouncing off me like pebbles. I'd heard worse from tabloids and trolls.
"Get out," I ordered, my voice sharp as a blade.
Her eyes widened, fury mingling with disbelief.
"Did you just order me?"
She stormed toward me, her hand raised to slap me, but I caught her wrist mid-air, my grip firm, my nails digging slightly into her skin.
"Don't mistake my silence to your taunts for submission, Catalina," I seethed, my voice low and icy, my glare pinning her in place.
"I'm not some fragile doll you can push around. Cross me, and I'll crush every bone in your body and burn what's left without a second thought."
Fear flickered in her eyes, quick and raw, but she masked it with a sneer.
"You bitch...." she started, but I cut her off.
"Oh, I know I'm a bitch, Catalina," I cut her off, stepping forward so our faces were almost touching.
"But I'm the bitch your husband actually smiles for. The one who makes him laugh, moan, and forget every second of the miserable years he spent with you. You want a secret, Catalina?"
I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a sultry whisper.
"Keep Raul safe," I whispered. "I've fallen for him, and I'm coming for him—all of him. You'd better hold on tight, because soon he'll be mine, and you'll be left with nothing but your screams."
I kissed her cheek with a slow, taunting grace, then stepped back with a wink, watching the blood drain from her face and rage ignite in her green eyes.
She let out a banshee scream—whether it was from fury or helplessness, I couldn't tell, and I didn't care.
I chuckled, and sauntered out, leaving her to unravel in my office like the madwoman she'd become.
