Page 115 of Wicked Praise


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Guilty much Bella?

“I just want to talk to him. He left without giving me a chance to ask him why. It’s not like—”

“Like what? Like you might resolve things and get back together? I saw his face. The man is in love with you.” Blake scoffed.

Then his heart cracked as he took in the look on her face. A slice of pleasure in her expression ripping his chest open along with the knowledge he had no right to this woman.

No right to stop her.

No right to demand she love him...and no one else.

Fucking hell. He didn’t know where to channel his rage and frustration. Bella had already been through a lot today, but he was only human.

“Stop the car,” he called out.

“Blake, no.”

“Stop the fucking car.” He banged on the roof of the vehicle. When they halted and Bella reached for him, he grabbed her wrist. “Before I say something I will regret, I need to walk away. Do what you need to do. I will see you on the jet tomorrow.”

She gasped as he closed his eyes.

“Where are you going?” she cried, and the pain in her voice had him clenching his fists.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He hated hurting her. But unless he left, he could destroy this—whatever this was between them now—forever.

He slammed his mouth down on hers.

“I don’t share, and I will certainly never share you, Bella. You have a decision to make. If you love him and want him, then I cannot marry you.”

They both knew his words made no sense given their arrangement, but he’d never been more honest in his life.

He held her gaze for a moment, then shook his head and climbed out.

He hadn’t started this journey with Bella to go after her heart, or to give her his, but every day she felt more and more like she truly belonged to him.

God, he was an idiot.

Recently he’d begun to think maybe, just maybe, she felt the same. But it was now clear. Her heart was never his to begin with.

It belonged to Cain the whole time.








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