My Husband's Intimate Game Rules - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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I always thought she'd have my back—through hell or high water. But my so-called best friend? She crossed every line. Instead of standing by me, she had the nerve to invade my home and make herself comfortable under my roof.
Unforgivable. At that moment, my hatred for her eclipsed even what I felt for Mason Reynolds and Lily Harrison.
Thud! Mason's fist cracked against my forehead, sending me reeling. Before I could steady myself, his foot slammed into my gut, knocking the wind out of me. I hit the floor hard, pain exploding through my ribs.
Rage burned in my veins. I wanted to lunge at Tiffany, to make her pay—but the fire in my stomach left me curled up, helpless.
"I'll end you!" Mason snatched a fruit knife from the coffee table, his voice thick with venom.
Tiffany grabbed his wrist, forcing it down. "Mason, I didn't come here to watch you turn into a murderer. Either handle this mess like a man, or I walk. Your choice."
Mason tossed the knife aside and crouched beside me, pulling out his phone with a smirk. "Listen, Diana. If Tiffany stays, everyone's happy. But if you keep pushing me? I'll leak your parents' dirty little secrets online. Imagine them rotting in a cell while you're left all alone. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Lily knelt beside me, slapping my cheek with a cruel grin. "Use that brain of yours. If something happens to them, your life gets so much worse."
Of course I didn't want my parents hurt. Without them, Mason and these vipers would have free rein to torture me forever.
Swallowing the bile in my throat, I bit my lip until I tasted blood. Then, I nodded.
"Now we're talking!" Mason laughed, jerking his chin toward Tiffany. "Go on. Apologize to my girl."
My vision swam with fury as I looked at Tiffany. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest, but I dragged myself up, swaying on my feet. "I'm... sorry."
"On your knees," she commanded, her voice like ice.
I locked eyes with her, my pulse hammering. A full minute passed before my legs gave out. I dropped to one knee, pain shooting through me like a blade. But the real agony was in my chest—a crushing weight that nearly stole my breath.
"HAHAHAHA!" Mason howled with laughter.
"HAHAHAHA!" Lily joined in, flashing Tiffany a thumbs-up.
Tiffany smirked. "You show me respect, I'll return it tenfold. But insult my family? I'll burn yours to the ground. That's just how I operate."
"Feisty! I love it!" Mason scooped her up like a prize and carried her toward the stairs, grinning like an idiot.
Tiffany suddenly held up a hand. "Mason, one thing—I just had surgery. Doctor's orders: no fun for six months. If you're cool with me staying here to recover, I'll stick around. If not, I'm out."
"No problem," he said magnanimously. "At least keep me company with a drink?"
Tiffany nodded. "Then I'll drink with you—even if it kills me."
Their laughter and drunken shouts echoed through the house long into the night. To me, it sounded like the shrieks of demons. I spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, my fists clenched, sleep nowhere in sight.
Unforgivable. At that moment, my hatred for her eclipsed even what I felt for Mason Reynolds and Lily Harrison.
Thud! Mason's fist cracked against my forehead, sending me reeling. Before I could steady myself, his foot slammed into my gut, knocking the wind out of me. I hit the floor hard, pain exploding through my ribs.
Rage burned in my veins. I wanted to lunge at Tiffany, to make her pay—but the fire in my stomach left me curled up, helpless.
"I'll end you!" Mason snatched a fruit knife from the coffee table, his voice thick with venom.
Tiffany grabbed his wrist, forcing it down. "Mason, I didn't come here to watch you turn into a murderer. Either handle this mess like a man, or I walk. Your choice."
Mason tossed the knife aside and crouched beside me, pulling out his phone with a smirk. "Listen, Diana. If Tiffany stays, everyone's happy. But if you keep pushing me? I'll leak your parents' dirty little secrets online. Imagine them rotting in a cell while you're left all alone. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Lily knelt beside me, slapping my cheek with a cruel grin. "Use that brain of yours. If something happens to them, your life gets so much worse."
Of course I didn't want my parents hurt. Without them, Mason and these vipers would have free rein to torture me forever.
Swallowing the bile in my throat, I bit my lip until I tasted blood. Then, I nodded.
"Now we're talking!" Mason laughed, jerking his chin toward Tiffany. "Go on. Apologize to my girl."
My vision swam with fury as I looked at Tiffany. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest, but I dragged myself up, swaying on my feet. "I'm... sorry."
"On your knees," she commanded, her voice like ice.
I locked eyes with her, my pulse hammering. A full minute passed before my legs gave out. I dropped to one knee, pain shooting through me like a blade. But the real agony was in my chest—a crushing weight that nearly stole my breath.
"HAHAHAHA!" Mason howled with laughter.
"HAHAHAHA!" Lily joined in, flashing Tiffany a thumbs-up.
Tiffany smirked. "You show me respect, I'll return it tenfold. But insult my family? I'll burn yours to the ground. That's just how I operate."
"Feisty! I love it!" Mason scooped her up like a prize and carried her toward the stairs, grinning like an idiot.
Tiffany suddenly held up a hand. "Mason, one thing—I just had surgery. Doctor's orders: no fun for six months. If you're cool with me staying here to recover, I'll stick around. If not, I'm out."
"No problem," he said magnanimously. "At least keep me company with a drink?"
Tiffany nodded. "Then I'll drink with you—even if it kills me."
Their laughter and drunken shouts echoed through the house long into the night. To me, it sounded like the shrieks of demons. I spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, my fists clenched, sleep nowhere in sight.
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