Chapter 27: Jealousy?
"I’m supposed to believe that?" Herla questioned. "Why won’t you leave him alone? Why are you getting involved with him—"
Eve stepped closer until she could stare her straight in the eyes, her expression blank and chilly with pure disdain and hatred.
"Herla, getting involved with Patro is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made. And you know why?" Her lips slowly curled into a toothy grin. "I’ll destroy the entirety of the Zolotovs, especially Patro. He is at the top of the list."
She continued, "I will watch him fall to his knees with no way to get back up. I will make him crawl, beg, and cry. I will cause him pain much worse than everything he has ever done to me and I will humiliate him, so much that he will never be able to step into a crowd with his head held high as if the world is beneath his feet. And you..."
Eyes narrowed as a look of malice painted her features. "I will drag you down with him, so the both of you can rot."
Eve shoved her aside, storming off to leave, but Herla spoke, "All because of your jealousy."
She turned to find her smiling.
"You are angry because he chose me over you. You are angry because he loves me, because he never loved you even if you were his mate. You hate that for once, I was chosen over you. You must not be familiar with that feeling and that is why you are so angry, but who cares? Patro will always love me and only me. Your jealousy will get you nowhere."
Eve cackled to herself, seeming amused. She kept her bag aside on one of the tables and stalked right back to her.
Herla raised a brow, parting her lips, but before she could even speak. Crack! A hot slap plowed on her face, enough to make her stagger.