Kyle, meet me tomorrow at noon,” she said flatly, hanging up before he could respond. It wasn’t a request—it was a command. That domineering attitude was something Kyle knew all too well.
“Ryle,” she muttered, her lips curling into a vindictive smirk, “you’re about to see just how far apart we really are. I just hope you don’t end up jumping off a bridge from shame.”
She then sent a text to Peter, her tone biting: “Faith is cheating on you.”
At a nightclub across town, Peter—half-drunk and surrounded by women—stared at his phone in disbelief. As the message sank in, his expression twisted into a mix of surprise and fury.
Faith? Cheating?
Peter had spent months trying to win Faith over, enduring her cold stares and distant demeanor. He knew she didn’t love him and had always suspected she had feelings for someone else. But he didn’t care. Faith was a prize, someone he wanted to possess, no matter what.
And now, after finally securing their engagement, he found out she’d been sneaking around. His hands clenched into fists.
“Come to the hotel. Now,” Peter texted her, venom dripping from every word. “If you don’t show up, your family pays. I’ll split the Curtis assets among my friends and leave your family begging on the streets.” He slammed his phone down, stumbled out of the club, drunk and furious, and drove recklessly back to the hotel.
Meanwhile, Faith sat on a park bench, the phone call still fresh in her mind. Her expression was a mix of resignation and sorrow. She had always known this day would come. There was no escaping it. For the sake of her family’s survival, she had no choice.
Her steps felt heavy as she approached Peter’s hotel room. Standing outside the door, she hesitated for a moment before finally knocking.
The door swung open violently, and Peter stood there, his face contorted with anger and alcohol. He grabbed her wrist roughly and yanked her inside.
“Ouch! You’re hurting me!” Faith cried, trying to pull away.
Peter ignored her protests, his grip tightening. “Do you think I care? You think I don’t know what you’ve been doing?” He sneered, pulling her closer. “You’ve been sneaking around with that ex-con, haven’t you? You’re playing innocent, but you’re nothing but a liar. Tonight, you will do what I want. And if you don’t, I’ll make you regret it!”