Page 23 of Destructive Love


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"For fuck sake. This is ironic. I'm trapped, stuck in this stupid fucking thing. I swear, this is a sign," I grumble.

"So superstitious." Eliana chuckles, moving to the boot of the car as she starts searching through bags until she pulls out a pair of scissors and walks back over to me. "Maybe thisisa sign. You may feel like you're trapped in this marriage, but in reality, it's going to set you free."

I roll my eyes as I wait for her to literally cut me out of the corset. As soon as the item of clothing drops away from my body, tumbling to the floor, I breathe a sigh of relief, quickly moving my hands in front of my breasts, covering myself.

"Some clothing would be nice," I whisper-yell, nervously glancing around to make sure no one else is outside.

"Using your manners would also be nice," Eliana retorts as she chucks me grey tracksuit bottoms and a matching cropped top. "Get dressed so I can drop you off and get back to the airstrip."

The reminder that my sister will be leaving me soon has my stomach churning as I pull the top over my head and then slide the bottoms up my legs.

I guess I really have to get used to the fact I'm going to be alone now.

Chapter Thirteen

Dominic

Jaylen saunters over to the table I'm seated at with my sister, a smug smile on his face as he winks at me, fuelling the rage that's burning inside of me after seeing him dance with Alicia, twirling her around and making her smile.

I know my jealousy is unwarranted. My cousin is head over heels for Rory, but seeing her,my wife, smiling at someone else when all she seems to do is glare at me, has made me envious.

"Well, that was fun," he states, grabbing his glass from the table and taking a gulp of the amber liquid inside as he takes a seat opposite me. "Lovely woman."

I narrow my eyes at him, which causes both him and my sister to laugh.

"Don't piss him off, Jay. He's already been a miserable bastard all day. I don't know if I can cope with it much longer," Sophia grumbles, rubbing her hand over her stomach as she guzzles more water from the bottle Kaleb continuously fills up for her every time it's empty.

"I'm only miserable because I'm surrounded by you two, and you keep purposely doing shit to annoy me. If Jess were here, I'd be alright. She keeps me sane when you two lunatics are messing with me."

Jaylen grins while Sophia scoffs.

"Well, she's currently run off to God knows where, which she seems to be doing a lot recently. So unfortunately, you're stuck with us, because no one else can tolerate you."

"That's not true," I argue, shaking my head as soon as the words leave my mouth because I'm biting back, and that's exactly what these two devils want me to do.

"Is it not?" she asks, cocking a brow. "Name one person who can put up with you, besides us, Jess, Mum and Dad."

"And don't name me," Kaleb adds, appearing beside Sophia with another bowl of fruit. "I personally can't stand you half the time. I just have to put up with you because of Sophia."

"Simple," I state, my eyes scanning the room as I look for my closest friend, but I can't find him amongst the crowd of people. "Percy."

"Oh, wow. One person, and that's someone who's known you almost as long as I have!" Sophia says, popping a couple of grapes into her mouth as Jaylen snickers across from us.

"Fine. Leo and Charlie, too. They've only known me since that psychopath and his brother came into our lives," I tell them, pointing at Kaleb, who smirks at the title I give him.

"Retired psychopath," he mutters, pulling his chair closer to my sisters.

"Can you really claim that Leo and Charlie are able to tolerate you when they work for you?" Jaylen asks, snatching some fruit out of Sophia's bowl and shoving it in his mouth before Kaleb can snatch it back. "I feel like there's a conflict of interest there."

"Talking about Leo, where is he?" Sophia asks, glancing between Kaleb and me, knowing one of us will have an answer.

Kaleb shrugs, and then all eyes turn to me.

"He's busy."

Sophia's brows furrow, and Jaylen tilts his head as his eyes run over my face, assessing me.

"Busy doing what, exactly?"