Amara felt a surge of indignation arise within her, but she stayed quiet, refusing to be intimidated by Hilary's aggressive demeanor. She bristled as Hilary stepped closer, cornering her against the table.
"Or, don't tell me you're his mistress," Hilary added, her tone dripping with scorn as she levelled a piercing gaze at Amara, clearly relishing the discomfort she was causing.
Amara's eyes narrowed, a wave of frustration washing over her as she looked dead in Hilary's eyes.
"I'm no one's mistress. Now, if you'll excuse me," she said, trying to side-step, but Hilary casually blocked her path with a nonchalant gesture, a smirk playing on her lips.
Amara'sfrustrationdeepenedasHilarycontinuedtobarherway,herwordsslicingthroughthe air with a cutting edge.
"No, you're not excused," Hilary persisted, her tone dripping with disdain. "You see those women over there? They've been trying to get to him for ages, but that cold-hearted bastard never spares them a glance."
Amara's heart sank at the harsh assessment of Kaelith, but she remained resolute, refusing to let Hilary's words sway her.
"They were just a little curious about what voodoo shit you pulled on him to get him to bring a woman to a party," Hilary continued, her words laced with venom.
Amara's cheeks burned with embarrassment as Hilary's scrutiny intensified, her gaze sweeping over her attire with a critical eye.
"And so... out of place and... what is this?" Hilary remarked, her tone mocking.“Wearing a custom-made dress? Did you beg him for this?”
Amara felt a surge of frustration at her blatant rudeness and turned around. But Hilary grabbed her by the arm and roughly pulled her back.
Amara's eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin as she met Hilary's gaze with a steely gaze.
"Let go of me," she gritted out.
Hilary scoffed, a smirk playing on her lips as she tightened her grip on Amara's arm.
"Trying to be all feisty. I like it," she remarked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Amara's jaw clenched at the patronizing tone in her voice, but she remained steadfast, refusing to let the woman's words intimidate her.
"A warm reminder," Hilary continued, her voice taking on a cold edge. "Stay away from him. He's not someone a low-life like you can have."
Amara felt a surge of anger flare within her at the insult, but she bit back the sharp retort thatthreatened to spill from her lips. Hilary looked down at her one more time and let go of her with ajerkasAmarastumbledback.“Enjoytheparty.”Hilarygaveatight-lippedfakedsmile.
“Gold-digger.” The man beside her muttered as he started following Hilary. But before they could fully retreat, a voice stopped them-cold and intimidating.
“Is that so?” Amara quickly turned around at the familiar voice. Kaelith stood a foot away with his hands in his pockets. A twisted look on his face, yet what made her flinch was the darkness in his eyes. Amara swallowed hard.
Hilary and the man with her turned around, and the man’s face paled as she stammered.“Mr. D-De Luca.”
“Roman,” Kaelith narrowed his eyes as he stepped closer. He still hadn’t looked at Amara. His eyes narrowed on Hilaryas if he wanted to kill her. Hilary seemed unfazed, instead, she flicked her hair back, exposing her collarbone and chest.
“Kaelith,” she gave him a seductive look. “It’s been a while.”
Amara clenched her fists. Did he know her?
Kaelith chuckled, stepping closer to Amara as he smacked his arm around her waist and pulled her to his side. Hilary’s jaw clenched.
"It's nice seeing you keeping tabs on people when your own husband is busy fucking his mistress in Bali," he mocked, his tone laced with scorn.
Hilary's eyes narrowed, her facade of control momentarily faltering as she bristled with indignation.
Before she couldretort, Kaelith continued,his voice smoothand taunting. "Well, how was the gift I sent you? Do you like it?"
She tensed, her tone sharp. "That was my father's business," she shot back, her words a thinly veiled attempt to redirect the conversation away from her personal affairs.
Kaelith fingers gently caressed Amara’s sides, as if he was trying to control himself.“Itwas, but not anymore.”
