A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 20

“Truth or Dare,” chuckled someone in the background, “if you can’t speak the truth or do the dare, you gotta plant a kiss on someone. Anyone up for a game?”

Kiss someone?

Yvan’s gaze snapped to Matilda. Her lips, slightly parted, were a vivid shade of temptation, and she was draped over Bennett like a siren, her alluring figure drawing the eyes of every man in the room.

A blaze of fury ignited within Yvan, uncontainable and fierce. He didn’t pause to question his reaction: his mind was overrun with wild thoughts–of taking Matilda home, of keeping her locked away, ensuring she’d never be touched by another man.

She was his possession, and anyone who dared cross that line deserved to die!

When he looked at Matilda, her smile was dazzling, capable of making the world pale in comparison.

Matilda was stunning, and Yvan had known that for five years. But back then, he had despised her, never even acknowledging her presence. He thought such a sultry woman would be nothing more than a trophy wife, fussy and pretentious, not at all like Rachel.

Yes… nothing like Rachel.

Why should this woman… why should she…

Yvan realized he couldn’t control his rage. Seeing her kiss Bennett, he wanted to throttle her–this wretched woman, how dare she let another man kiss her?

Bennett seemed oblivious to Yvan’s expression, still holding Matilda close. As she tilted her chin, revealing the graceful curve of her neck adorned with a delicate necklace, the sight was both enticing and pitiable.

She was so slender; she must feel so light in one’s arms.

his lap. She gasped, a flush

waist and murmured,

nonchalance, tucked her hair behind her ear and played coy. “Mr. Fuller, are you

I

Her name…

suddenly at a loss

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not some

and stood up shakily. I’m feeling a bit dizzy. I just head to the ladies‘ room and be right back to tell you.”

whistled. “Need

get impatient now. We’ve got plenty of time.” Matida’s firtatious smile returned. “Just wait for me here.

man, lucky Mr.

got a way with words, that beauty!”

the restroom, Matilda steadied herself at the sink, taking deep breaths. The alcohol was hitting

name. what should she say?

I’m Matilda Thompson?

Ashton City, there was only one Matilda–the heiress of the Thompson family

ago.