A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 88

The door to the Mason residence flew open with a thunderous kick from Yvan..

When the two men locked eyes, neither had expected to find the other in their space that day. Without a second thought, Yvan lunged forward, seizing Mason by the collar, and pinned him against the wall with a force that sent a shudder through the frame.

His eyes, sharp as daggers, bore into Mason. The coldness in his voice sliced through any remnants of their past camaraderie, “You got a death wish or something?”

“A death wish?” Mason’s lips curled into a half–smirk, “Interesting. So getting cozy with Matilda is a capital offense now?”

Yvan’s fury painted his handsome face with an intensity that was almost palpable. His mouth opened to retort but he swallowed the words, releasing Mason instead. Both men were panting, visibly struggling to contain their emotions.

It took considerable effort for Yvan to speak, each word measured and deliberate, “Where is she?”

“The bathroom.”

Mason seemed to regain his composure first, “She’s been drugged by Troy.”

the upstairs bathroom of the Mason

bathroom door, and there was Matilda, slumped over the edge of the bathtub.

undeniable allure.

Mason witnessing her in such a vulnerable state

body. from the water. As she nestled her head against Yvan’s chest, she

her voice, it struck a heavy blow to his heart, crumbling a

full well that her words were clouded by the drug’s influence, Yvan

He replied, “Yeah.”

stood outside the bathroom, Yvan’s eyes narrowed slightly. His grip on her tightened involuntarily, yet he managed to say, “Thanks, Mr. Farrell, for stepping

lips twisted into a smile, unfazed by Yvan’s guarded stance. “I didn’t do it for you. It was

invested in

emanating from his devilishly handsome face. Knowing full well

woman in his arms, Yvan looked up, his sharp and beautiful eyes flashing a warning. “I’m telling you, don’t mess with what’s not yours

is none of your business anymore, so why the clinginess? If you admit you’ve