Chapter 88

Quintessa just wanted Tyrone to get the hell out. She didn’t have time to waste on his nonsense.

Not everyone was born with a silver spoon in their mouth like Tyrone, who seemed to have it all, fear nothing, and control everything. All that he possessed was a stark contrast to Quintessa’s meager existence. It wasn’t long ago that even the thought of surviving another day felt like a luxury to her.

Lifting her chin defiantly, she sneered, “If you’re gonna fight, then bring it on. If you’re gonna kill me, just do it already. And if you’re not gonna do a damn thing, then get lost. I’ve got a million better things to do than waste my time with you.”

Tyrone squinted his eyes and said with a hint of intrigue, “Alright then, since you’re so eager, let’s begin.”

An hour passed, and Quintessa was drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted without an ounce of strength left.

Through it all, not a single tear escaped her eyes.

Was this

else might have been reduced

Quintessa did not beg. She did not

someone once told her: A woman’s tears are only powerful

a bastard like Tyrone? What

hand on Quintessa, but his

her as filthy, even though it seemed to take every ounce of his self–control not to touch her.

to herself, “He finds me disgusting, yet he can’t keep away from me? Who’s the real wretch here,

Quintessa no longer had the strength to hold herself up. Tyrone’s anger subsided a bit as he saw

to wipe his fingers and lightly touched Quintessa’s face, warning, “From now on, keep it straight.

be mine. I was just claiming what belonged to me. What’s wrong with that? Why should I care about pleasing

whether she was

all this scheming?

and you’d help me? Why would you? By spending a night with you, I’d have you hand it to me? How would that be any different

Jerome, yet

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