Chapter 191: The Angel, the Devil, and the Succubus
Georgia’s POV
"Just mind your own damn business, Nancy. And do us all a favor—keep a leash on Raymond if you still want him. Actually, I’d thank you if you could keep that maniac out of my sight. Every time I look at him, I feel like throwing up." My voice cut like glass as I turned to walk away.
But of course, Nancy’s hand clamped down on my arm—again.
I exhaled sharply, my patience shredding into nothing. This woman had no idea when to quit. Pathetic. Desperate. Really disgusting to be honest.
"I’m not done talking to you—"
*SLAP!*
The sound cracked through the air before I even realized what I’d done. My palm burned, adrenaline surging hot through my veins. Nancy’s head whipped violently to the side, her hair snapping across her cheek.
I didn’t flinch. I stood tall, my voice low and sharp. "Raymond is your problem now, not mine. If he comes near me again, I’ll bury him under another restraining order. And as for Nick? What happened between him, you, and Sarah is none of my concern. He’s not that man with me. Maybe because you were both sluts... and I’m not."
Her gasp tore out like a hiss.
*SLAP!*
Pain exploded across my cheek before I could blink. My hand flew up instinctively, cradling the sting. Damn, she hit hard. Hard enough to make my jaw throb. This woman got a strong hand.
"You bitch!" Nancy’s voice cracked like thunder, rage twisting her face. "How dare you! You don’t know a damn thing about me or Sarah! You think you’re above us? You’re no better, Georgia!
You’re just another fool in love with the same monster we were. The only difference is, I woke up." Her chest heaved, her face twisted with fury. "While you, just like Sarah, you refuse to stop living blind!"
"I heard my name..."
The sound of that voice sliced through the air like a tornado. Both Nancy and I snapped our heads in unison toward the source.
And just my luck... Sarah... Of all people...
Perfect. Absolutely perfect. All three of us in one place, like both heaven and hell were mocking me.
For a second, I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Almost. Because what stood before me wasn’t funny—it was dangerous.
These women are savages; they don’t care about their pride or reputation at all. If they want to beat me right here, right now, they would.
Just looking at us must have looked ridiculous. Me, dressed in white, as if I’d stumbled out of a wedding.
Nancy, draped in black like the devil herself. Her sleeveless bodycon clinging to her curves, that plunging V neckline screaming power and seduction, one leg exposed like a weapon, her corseted waist daring anyone to challenge her.
And Sarah, of course, in fire-red. Her strapless dress barely covered her, ruffled skirt swaying like flames licking the air every time she takes a step.
We didn’t look like three women. We looked like archetypes. An angel. A devil. A succubus.
And the worst part? It wasn’t just appearances. The energy in the air was real, pulsing, ready to combust.
The way Nancy’s eyes narrowed, the way Sarah’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile... I knew exactly how this could end. With a fight. A vicious, no-holds-barred fight.
And the truth? I had no damn intention of playing in their arena. I just want to get out of here and go back to my dessert and champagne.
"Don’t tell me you two are conspiring behind my back. That wouldn’t end well for either of you," Sarah’s voice dripped with threat, her eyes gleaming like a predator’s.
I scoffed, my patience shredded. "Oh, please. Why the hell would I conspire with her? She tried to kill me. You two can go wallow in your twisted memories—leave me out of it." I turned on my heel, ready to end this circus once and for all.
But of course, life wasn’t giving me a break tonight.
Sarah’s hand shot out, clamping down on my wrist like a vice before I could escape. She twisted it sharply, forcing a wince and a muffled cry from my lips. Pain seared up my arm.
"Damn it, Sarah! Are you insane?!" I hissed, my voice low, desperate not to draw attention even though every nerve in me screamed to shout. The last thing I needed was a public spectacle.
Her smile was unnerving. Cold. Certain. "Let’s go somewhere else..."
She yanked, trying to drag me, but I planted my heels, fighting back with every ounce of resistance I had left. My pulse thundered, fear and fury colliding in my chest.
Then—shove.
Nancy’s hands slammed into my back, sending me lurching forward. The polished tiles beneath my heels betrayed me, slick and unforgiving.
My balance shattered, and before I could catch myself, I was stumbling, half-dragged, half-shoved by two women who had clearly lost every shred of sanity.
"Let go of me!" I snarled, thrashing against them, but their grip only tightened, relentless and merciless.
And in that terrifying moment, a single thought echoed in my mind like a warning bell: God knows where these psychos are taking me... and if I’ll walk back out alive.
"Are you two out of your minds? This is assault! You’re hurting me and forcing me!" My voice trembled between fury and desperation.
Part of me still hoped to shock them back into their senses, to make them realize how insane this looked. Because if anyone saw this, me being dragged like a slave, it wouldn’t just destroy me.
It would drag Nick and his entire family into humiliation. And that was the one thing I could never allow.
"Violence?" Sarah scoffed, her grip tightening like steel around my wrist. "Don’t be so dramatic. I just want to continue that little private chat with you and Nancy. Stop thrashing and walk like a civilized woman."
"Private? There’s nothing to talk about! You’re both unhinged!" Panic spiked through my chest, my voice rising. "Let me go!"
But Sarah only smirked as she shoved a heavy metal door open with her free hand. The creak of its hinges echoed like something out of a horror film. Cold air seeped out from the darkness beyond, and my stomach dropped.
Every instinct screamed at me. This wasn’t a conversation. This was a setup. A trap. The kind of scene that ended with a body on the floor. My body. This is a murder scene unfolding before my eyes!
I yanked hard, desperate to break free, my heart slamming against my ribs—when suddenly another hand clamped over mine.
Big. Strong. Unyielding.
Relief crashed through me so violently I almost sobbed. Thank God, I’m safe...
But then my gaze lifted to the face of the man holding me.
And the blood drained from mine.
Fuck... No!