Page 30 of King of Rage

His gaze dropped to her face, fury burning in his eyes.

“Am I really that fucking insignificant to you?” he demanded, his voice low and edged with barely restrained rage. “Is that all I am in your eyes, Stella? Some man you can call whenever you need someone to warm your bed?”

His fingers tightened around her arm as he stepped closer, his entire body rigid with anger.

“You have him beside you every damn day, and you want me to take whatever scraps you’re willing to throw my way?” His jaw clenched. “You want me to hide in the shadows while he gets to have you openly?”

His hands shifted to her shoulders, holding her in place as he stared down at her.

“Tell me something.” His voice dropped, turning colder. “Do I mean so little to you that you can ask me to become the man you fuck behind his back?”

Stella’s eyes hardened. She met his furious stare without flinching, lifting her chin as a cool, arrogant expression settled over her features.

“Don’t I compare to him in your eyes, Stella?” Lucius demanded, his grip tightening for a moment. “Am I not even close?”

“No, you don’t.”

Lucius went completely still.

“He’s the love of my life, my friend, and my whole world.”

She spoke without emotion, her words deliberately dismissive, each one striking him with more force than she could have known.

“Goodbye.”

She pushed his hands from her shoulders and turned away. After grabbing her purse and phone from the table, she walked out without giving him another glance.

Lucius remained where he was, his arms falling to his sides as he watched her disappear.

The anger inside him raged like a fire he could no longer contain. His chest tightened, his jaw locked, and his hands curled into fists. He drew in one deep breath after another, attempting to force the fury back beneath the surface, but every breath only seemed to sharpen it.

She didn’t care about him.

Not even a little.

Stella descended the stairs and had almost reached the exit when the maid hurried toward her.

“Miss Gibson, would you like to have some breakfast before you leave?” she asked. “I’ve prepared something especially nice for you. Mr. Lucius told me you were here, so I had a table set.”

Stella had barely turned toward her when Lucius appeared on the upper floor. He walked toward the railing and looked down at them, one hand resting against it. His shoulders were tense, his expression dark, and his entire posture radiated anger.

“She doesn’t need breakfast,” he called out, his voice sharp and commanding. “She can eat when she gets home.”

Stella’s gaze shifted from the maid to the upper floor.

Lucius stood above them, staring down with a cold, furious expression. His jaw was clenched, his eyes hard, and the anger written across his face made it clear that he was still struggling to keep his temper under control.

Stella’s expression tightened when she heard Lucius dismiss the maid’s offer of breakfast. Her fingers curled faintly at her sides as she looked up at him, her eyes growing colder as an old certainty settled more firmly in her mind.

‘I was right about him.’

He had never cared about her beyond her body. The only thing he wanted was what she could give him. Apart from that, she meant nothing to him. He was so indifferent to her that even the thought of her having breakfast in his house seemed to irritate him.

A bitter feeling settled in her chest, but she refused to let it show. She didn’t answer him. Instead, she turned away, her expression remaining unchanged as she continued toward the exit.

‘Leaving him was the right choice. He clearly doesn’t feel anything for me.’

She crossed the living room, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. She was almost out of the house when Lucius’s voice suddenly rang through the mansion.