“What do you think will happen when she finds out? Do you think she’ll be able to handle it?”


    “Don’t you dare!” he threatened, his fists clenched. “You won’t!”


    Alena raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t say I would,” she paused, “but you’re already scared.” She gulped down the whisky and banged the glass on the parapet.


    “Listen, darling, the only way to save yourself is by saving this relationship. You can’t leave me,” she stressed the last words and chuckled.


    “It’s not funny,” he growled.


    Nodding, she said, “You’re right—it’s not. But I do wonder how a guy like you can claim to love Alicia.” She squinted at him. “Don’t you feel guilty? How could you be so cruel?”


    Jeff glared at Alena, his fists trembling.


    Alena pressed on. “Do you know the most dangerous thing? A predator who pretends to love its prey, only to strike when it’s most convenient...”


    “Enough,” he warned. “Stop now, or you’ll be the first blood I stain my hands with.”


    “Then do it!” she dared, staring straight into his eyes, unfazed.


    Gritting his teeth, he spat, “You witch.”


    “That’s a compliment,” she replied, raising a hand to caress his flushed face.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    “Just let go, Jeff,” she said softly. “It’s a waste of time to pursue a relationship with her. It’ll only break you. You know it; I know it; we both know what lies ahead for her. So why are you doing this to yourself?


    “We can’t always have what we want, and we certainly can’t control everything. Sometimes, we just have to learn to let go. Life is full of pain, hardship, and difficulty. I often wonder why it’s so cruel to us.” She paused and added, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, “I don’t want you to start something that will destroy you, Jeff. Let me comfort you in my arms and heal your scars.” She rubbed his chest as she spoke.


    Jeff smirked. “You should know me better. I’m not giving up.”


    “Good!” Alena exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Then you’ve made the right decision, boy, and I’m glad. But let me remind you—the person you’re about to fight is far above your league.”


    She approached the bottle of whisky on a nearby stool and continued, “Think carefully before you act recklessly.” She poured herself another glass.


    “You’re always full of advice; you should’ve been a counsellor,” he said, clicking his tongue. “Such a waste of talent.”


    “Maybe it wouldn’t have been wasted if I’d realised it earlier,” she chuckled, draining the glass and setting it back on the parapet. Wrapping her arms around him, she muttered, “It’s so cold up here.”


    Jeff shut his eyes, his jaw tightening.


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    In a grand sitting room, Wilson stood by the wine shelf with two towering men in suits behind him. His hand gripped his phone so tightly that his veins and muscles bulged as he spoke into it.


    “What are you doing?” a calm voice asked on the other end. “What do you think will happen if the car hits her? Don’t you ever consider the consequences?”


    “It’ll all end the same way, brother,” Wilson sneered. “I need to tell you—something is going on between her and Jeff. Do you know how that makes me feel? It drives me mad!” He yelled, his teeth clenched. “That jerk…”


    The voice sighed. “If you keep trying to ruin this, I’ll make you pay for it. Have a good sleep; we’ll see each other tomorrow.” The call ended.


    Wilson pulled the phone away from his ear and tightened his grip further, a smirk spreading across his face.