While accompanying Venice to talk to her guests, someone suddenly pulled my hair from behind.
"Malandi ka!" the woman said.
She released me, only to splash a glass of juice all over my gown. I couldn't understand why she was angry. When I took a closer look at her face, I realized who she was. She was Eduard's girlfriend.
She pushed me, startling me and causing me to close my eyes. I felt someone catching me, preventing me from falling. When I opened my eyes again, I saw that Zyran had saved me.
Zyran instinctively wrapped one arm around my waist, steadying me and pulling me closer to him. His gaze remained fixed on Eduard's girlfriend, his jaw clenching in anger. He held me protectively, shielding me from any further harm.
The woman's face was filled with anger as she looked at me and then at Zyran. Her eyes narrowed as she spoke again.
"Stay away from my boyfriend, you homewrecker!" she exclaimed
Zyran's grip on my waist tightened in response to her words, but his voice was calm yet firm.
"Back off," he warned her.
The woman smirked, relishing the attention she was receiving. She glanced around at the crowd of curious onlookers.
"Look at you, trying to play the hero," she sneered at Zyran.
Zyran tensed beside me, his grip on my waist tightening even further.
Zyran's eyes darkened with irritation as the woman continued her snide remarks. He could feel his anger building, but he tried to maintain his composure. However, the tightness of his grip on my waist betrayed his growing frustration.
Without breaking eye contact, he spoke through clenched teeth, his voice dripping with restrained anger.
"Watch your tone."
The woman laughed mockingly at Zyran's comment, clearly enjoying getting under his skin.
"Or what?" She challenged, taking a step closer. "You're going to do something about it?"
"Security!" Venice shouted.
In an instant, three securities came rushing over to the scene. They immediately noticed the tension in the air and quickly jumped into action.
One security approached the woman with a firm voice.
"Ma'am, I'll have to ask you to step away and calm down," the security guard told her.
The woman huffed, her demeanor shifting slightly at the sight of the security guards. She seemed less confident now, but still filled with indignant anger.
"Fine," she muttered, taking a step back. "But you better keep this homewrecker away from my boyfriend." She shot a glare at me as she spoke, her eyes filled with venomous hatred.
The woman relented, albeit begrudgingly, taking a reluctant step backward. She continued to glare at me, her voice laced with venom as she accused you of trying to steal her boyfriend.
Zyran's jaw clenched even tighter upon hearing her accusation, his protective instincts flaring up even further. He pulled me closer to him, almost possessively, as he met her gaze with a steely look in his eyes.
The security guards remained nearby, ready to intervene if necessary. Meanwhile, the crowd of onlookers whispered and murmured amongst themselves, some expressing shock at the woman's outrageous behavior, others speculating about the nature of your and Zyran's relationship.
I felt embarrassed, still drenched from the juice spill. Uncontrollably, tears streamed down my cheeks, a mix of fear and embarrassment taking over.
Zyran gently wrapped his arms around me and carried me away from the scene, away from the judgmental stares and hushed whispers.
