Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 43 You’re Undeserving of Her Love!

Deirdre hardly had the chance to react. Brute force, seemingly out of nowhere, clamped itself around her wrist, crushing it so hard that she wondered if it was about to grind her bones. Terror then drained the color of her face.

Brendan had found them!

The man fixed her with eyes like daggers. “Not bad, Deirdre! You’ve really perfected the art of being a wh*re. Last I checked, you were lying on my bed. But now? Suddenly, here you are, eagerly spreading your legs wide and crying to be banged! Well, well. The two of you would have gone to town if I had been just two seconds too late

Sterling gave Brendan barely enough time to finish his sentence before throwing a furious punch right on his nose. “F*ck you, Brighthall! God, the kind of sh*t you say -what the hell is wrong with you? How dare you humiliate Dee like this?!”

The force knocked Brendan’s face aside. A stream of blood trickled out of the corner of his lips, but instead of returning the blow, he simply snickered. “So. Your previous lesson hasn’t been drilled into your skull yet, Fuller? Still think you can survive in Neve, do you?”

Deirdre’s face paled. “No. No, don’t!” she cried out. Her

voice was audibly trembling. “You’ve got this all wrong, Brendan. I came here to tell him it was over! It was the only reason I came-”

manslaughter was not illegal. “I’m not f*cking blind or deaf, b*tch! I know you just wanna

late, these two would have eloped

b*tch… was a f*cking

deserve

run

You’re standing here, talking to that son of a b *tch, and telling me ‘no’?! I didn’t mess you up hard enough last night, did I? Didn’t destroy you enough since you threw yourself at another man’s crotch because you’re still sooo00000 horny! Christ.

smirk, looking at Sterling, “Look! Take it in! She was under me last night, in my bed! God, Sterling Fuller. You can’t be so thirsty for p*ssy that you’d take my leftovers

can’t die by not f*cking

were a damning indictment. Deirdre’s face turned ghastly pale as she slapped her hands around her neck in a desperate attempt to cover it. “Stop!

to humiliate her like this in front of Sterling?! When would he stop treating her

turned beet -red from anger. “Stop this, you f*cking psycho! Can’t you see how much she hates this?! This is

at Brendan while the latter returned the