With a swift motion, I grab her by the collar of her coat, yanking her back against my chest with a force that leaves no room for protest. Her body tenses against mine, and I lean down, my lips almost brushing her ear. "You really should think before speaking this much, Blaze," I whisper, my voice a low, dangerous growl. "Aren't you afraid of the consequences you might have to face for speaking too much?"
She shudders slightly at the feel of my hot breath against her ear, a shiver running down her spine. But almost immediately, she regains her composure, her fiery spirit undeterred. With defiance blazing in her eyes, she snaps back, "Why should I be afraid of someone who is nothing without his family name? I earned my place here through hard work, got into this university, and rose to the top of the medical department on my own merits. Not because of my daddy's name or money like you, and certainly not by screwing around with rich asshole playboys or university professors like her." She shoots a scathing glance at Seraphine, who flinches visibly.
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. It's not like I didn't know Seraphine was sleeping around, but I had no idea she was bedding professors for scores. Not that it matters. I never truly cared for Seraphine. No, my fury is directed at the woman in front of me, with her insolent, sharp-tongued defiance.
She struggles, bringing her hand behind her to pry my hand off her collar. But I catch her wrist with my free hand, twisting it behind her back in a tight grip. The anger surges through me, my grip tightening. Suddenly, she goes limp and cold in my arms, her eyelids fluttering as if she's about to pass out. Realizing something is wrong, I loosen my grip, intending to let her go.
But Blaze uses my moment of hesitation to her advantage. With a swift, powerful move, she elbows me hard in the stomach. The breath is knocked out of me, and before I can react, she whirls around to face me. Her eyes are fierce, a storm of emotions swirling within them. She grabs my shoulders with both hands, and in a flash, pain explodes between my legs as she knees me in the groin.
The pain is excruciating, a white-hot agony that radiates through my entire body. I double over, gasping for breath, my vision blurring with pain and rage. Around us, I hear a collective gasp from the onlookers. Faces blur and merge into a sea of shocked expressions. I clutch my throbbing groin, struggling to stay upright.
Blaze stands over me, her chest heaving, her eyes locked onto mine with a mixture of triumph and defiance. The onlookers murmur among themselves, the shockwaves of her bold move rippling through the crowd.
My mind races, the pain slowly giving way to a cold, simmering fury. This woman has just crossed a line, and the consequences will be severe. As I straighten up, still clutching my groin, I lock eyes with her, the promise of retribution clear in my gaze. Blaze has made her move, and now it's my turn. This isn't over—not by a long shot.
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Scandal & Scholarship
RomanceWhat happens when dream University turns into a nightmare for you just because a man has sworn to destroy you just because its fun
