Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 319

A soft, almost imperceptible chuckle sounded from behind her.

Sylvia gritted her teeth and kept her eyes shut tight.

The man slid closer, wrapping his arms around her over the comforter, his cheek pressing into the side of her neck.

His warm breath made her clutch the covers even tighter.

"Just go to sleep," he murmured.

"..."

Busted.

But Sylvia didn't dare react. All she could do was keep up the act.

She honestly had no idea what she'd say if she opened her eyes-let alone how she'd face him.

Before she knew it, she'd drifted off.

When she woke, Naomi came barreling in, juggling a bag of takeout breakfast and looking like a storm.

"Karma finally caught up with them!" she announced.

Sylvia barely registered it, too hungry to care. She popped open the breakfast box and shovelled in a spoonful of oatmeal. She was starving.

"Who's karma coming for?" she managed between bites.

That question was all Naomi needed her inner gossip hound was unleashed.

Waving her phone, Naomi tapped a video. "Someone uploaded footage this morning-Fanny losing it and attacking a bouncer at O'Malley's! She acted like she owned the place, totally trashing the guy in front of everyone. The internet is going nuts."

later, someone leaked a whole treasure trove of dirt on Aaron-bribery, corruption, you name it. His entire career's in the toilet. We're talking millions in dirty money, nine mistresses, ten

the drain. Everyone from the family's been suspended and thrown

old divorce agreement she'd stashed away

been glued to her phone all morning, frantically deleting every post or selfie she ever took with Fanny. Her thumbs

her hands, looking at Sylvia with a

you backed out yesterday. Now this whole dumpster fire has nothing to

not only would Fanny have dragged her into the mess, but

Tristan would have blamed Sylvia

froze, her spoon clattering

emotions twisted in her

that stuff on the Lances?" she asked

I'm impressed Decades of dirt on the Lances,

lazy Sunday. If it were folks like us, we'd

words by heart. In her last life, when

and Freya had

Fanny as her bestie would keep her safe. Instead,

that much

landed on one name.

But she

away.

Wockly shook the thought

still trying to s for

he sink them now?

?

...

abandoned

was dangling upside down, swinging over the