The Mate's Vicious Threat

Julian's phone continued to ring, its insistent tone filling the tense space between us. His face tightened as he stared at the screen.

"It's Camille, isn't it?" I asked, finding a strange sense of satisfaction in his discomfort. "Your fiancée is calling while you're here trying to blackmail me into being your mistress."

He silenced the phone with a sharp movement of his thumb. "This doesn't concern her."

"Doesn't it? You're planning to marry her while keeping me on the side like some dirty secret." The disgust I felt was overwhelming. "How can you even live with yourself?"

Julian's eyes narrowed. "Don't pretend you're so morally superior, Seraphina. Not when you're sleeping with her father."

His words hit me like a slap. "Get out," I hissed, pointing to the door. "Get out now."

Instead of leaving, he stepped closer, his familiar scent now making my stomach turn. "What's the matter? Don't like hearing the truth? You're Adrian Valois's plaything, nothing more."