Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 307

Chapter 307

The pain was sharp and relentless, like a thousand tiny needles pricking straight into her heart. Sylvia clenched the corner of her pillow, barely holding back a

shudder.

Suddenly, the air in the room turned chilly. She jerked upright, panic flooding her veins, just in time to see a shadow looming closer from behind.

"Who's there?" she demanded, voice trembling.

"It's me."

The voice made her freeze. In the soft, amber glow of the nightlight, she could just make out the figure at the foot of her bed.

Rupert.

Heart pounding, Sylvia snatched up her pillow and hurled it at him.

"Get out! How the hell did you get in here? This is breaking and entering! I can call the cops on you!"

Before she'd even finished, Rupert tossed her phone-previously left on her nightstand onto the duvet.

"Go ahead. Call them."

Sylvia stared at the glowing screen, realization dawning.

"Uncle Rupert, here to delete videos again? You just can't trust anyone, can you? Gotta protect your little fiancée all on your own.”

Her words dripped with sarcasm as she unlocked her phone with shaking hands. She already knew Rupert had wiped out every bit of evidence, but she still

scrolled through her gallery, hope flickering uselessly.

Nothing. Just a blank grid. Her stomach plummeted.

mattress dipped under Rupert's weight. He

phone and tossing it aside, then hauled her closer

gave you

between them. He must've smoked a whole

Rupert, haven't you had enough of this sick

to squirm away, but he pushed her

"Not even close."

low light. There was

The ache in her

her face, but he caught her wrists in one large hand and

leaving her exposed and

thumb along the edge of her eye, feeling the

was rough.

her lip and turned

grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. His hair fell over

whatever emotion flickered in his

enough," he murmured, voice barely

glared, but he didn't give her time to speak. He crashed his lips against hers, devouring every protest, every bit of

of her pain, her

Rupert's phone buzzed insistently in his pocket. He ignored it, but

it out, still

and heat in his eyes cooled

short, clipped reply. Then he hung up,

at Sylvia,

the bed, clutching the

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