My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I would provide the best emotional and financial compensation for Matthew and the staff member whose name I didn't know right now. Maybe that way, it would ease my guilt, even just a little.

"You're so clever. No wonder Hendrix was so into you," Jordan generously admitted. He looked at me with hooded eyes. I felt chills run up my spine. "But Miss Reid, how could you have missed the fact that I wasn't the one holding the knife? It didn't matter whose knife it was and so what if it was mine? The point here was that the person who was holding the knife was Hendrix. His actions were completely on his will."

"Or perhaps he should thank me instead. Thank me for giving him such a wonderful opportunity to finally release the trapped beast deep inside him. He must have been holding it in for a very long time. Things would have gone very badly if he had continued to hold it within himself, and you would be very worried by then, wouldn't you?"

Jordan bent forwards until his face was very close to mine. He shot me a sharp look. "The day before, you said it wasn't realistic enough. Today, I will make sure you see everything with your very own eyes. What do you think? Are you still going to stand your ground? Will you still love him until the day you die?"

Clenching my teeth tightly, I didn't hide the anger in my eyes. This psychopath actually found joy in destroying other people's lives.

"Yes, I will love him." I raised my voice stubbornly, loud enough for the whole club to hear it. "Listen up, Hendrix Roberts. I will love you and only you!"

That was meant for Hendrix. Even if I wasn't sure if he could hear it, judging from Jordan's reaction, I felt proud, like I had won.

to him. Otherwise, Jordan

the game continues. It took me ten years to destroy Hendrix. I wonder how long it would take for me to destroy you." "You will never get that chance." I

patient than I had thought. Such a person was difficult to defeat, but it wasn't completely hopeless. What I had to to be even more patient than he was. Once his weaknesses

do

was to

to know if Hendrix and Anne were on the same page as I

them, I wasn't very good at hiding my emotions. They were probably the same as well, which was why they weren't telling me

be as Jordan said

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been instilled into his mind. If that was so, the

grin. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands with it.

Keep it up. The angry Arianna is the one I wish